Honestly, I'm not sure I blame them. Once I realized this wasn't some huge joke I wasn't that happy about being on the moon either. Still, it's a pain in the ass, isn't it?

[That was true enough, he'd had to tie the blanket to the bed so that he didn't float off while he was sleeping and the whole door thing had him standing in one hallway for like fifteen minutes.]

No kidding. Well, I guess the more people we can calm down, the better the chances of everyone making it out relatively unscathed. I'm just hoping everyone's prepared to be calm. I'm not sure we can rely on it, though.

[He's fairly certain of that. Before the whole plan went down he'd seen plenty of examples of hot tempers, just on the network thing. Maybe they'd bee cooler-headed in real life but he kind of doubted it. Still, the more people he could convince to sheath their weapons, the better. It was all a wasted effort on their part anyway; the team was small, and most of them were holed up. The few that were out and about among the populace were dedicated to laying low and not getting caught. Any fighting that happened out here was going to be completely pointless.]