Dylan Sommers
He finally gave up of being standing for half an hour on that narrow hallway. He returned to the cabin where everyone was and sat down on his original location. He let his head down, rubbing his face and hair with both hands. He raised his head, just to see that Groot was there... just standing. Nina was fixing herself something at the kitchen. That Lieutenant chick was in a corner of the room with her arms crossed. She seemed pretty tense.
"Must be hard dealing with a ship full of misfits, huh sweetheart?"
In a corner, he saw Jack Wade chewing some gum. "He barely talked in all of the trip. And he finally took his sunglasses off. Pretty cold guy, but it's the least weird from the bunch."
His head was slowly bobbing down and his eyes were shutting closed. He saw the trenchcoat guy, Deadpool. "This guy is-- is... fucking crazy. Like, like a... *yawns* fucking crazy... crazy... He's crying over the fucking chunks of the alien. F-- damn..."
His thoughts were wildly incoherent. His body and mind begged for rest; he has been awake for nearly 36 hours. He let his head go down and leaned his arms on his thighs.
"If we arrive to Argentina or Venezuela or whatever it's called, wake me up."
The light snoring was a clear signal that he was already asleep.
