Ilsa coughs "well focus on the mission might help." She comments nonchalantly. Maeve sighs and rests her head on crossed arms on the table.
Heath jumps. "I-I mean... Cuz, you know... The world wouldn't have such a wonderful mind like yours..."
Ilsa sighs "instead of focusing on the mission, you chitchat about irrelevant things to this point in time. Can we turn our concentration to how things could of survived." "Organisms." Maeve mutters quietly under her breath. "Pardon?" Ilsa looks at Maeve. "Nothing." Maeve turns her head so she looks down at the table.