[i]Drake was genuinely worried, and slightly flustered about Alpha's condition. So, of course, he checked a hidden compartment in his prosthetic for Shine... and came up empty. His flask was likewise depressingly empty. In order to steel his nerves, he took a bite out of a sandwich he pulled out of the fridge, and got to business. He searched the flight cam for anyone else in the shot when he picked up Alpha, and sure enough, there she was. She looked similar to Alpha, but she was luring prone on the ground, bleeding. If only the targeting system would've picked her up.[/i] "Alpha... she's down at the surface. With The General."

"GODDAMNIT! I'M GOING TO KILL THE -blam!-ER!" He screamed, sitting up and clenching his hands as he felt pain course through his body. He seemed like a frightening sight, his body shaking with rage

[i]Drake chose not to say anything in response, knowing fully well the pain Alpha was suffering right now. He'd felt similarly when Celina had been killed by the NTR. Instead, he briefly put a hand on Alpha's shoulder, in a gesture indicating that he should relax, and he strolled back up to the cockpit, letting you vent your anger in peace. [/i]