Dylan Sommers
After throwing away the core of the third apple he devoured, Dylan got off the counter and headed for a quiet corner in the room, away from the others. His body couldn't take it anymore. If he were to come out alive from this mission, he needed to rest. It could be his imagination or his lack of sleep, but the rookie was just sitting there doing nothing. "He's gonna cower off the mission. I know it." After backing up to the wall, he slowly slid down to the floor. The suit's back made a small whir as it rubbed with the steel wall. He folded both legs close to his torso with his knees touching his chest, somewhat resembling the fetal position. He was staring at Simon, who was getting acquainted with the rest of the team. "He humiliated me. That I can't forgive." He thought, "But he does have skill and that's what's the best for the team. So... swallow your pride. Just for *yawns* now. Just for... this... once." His heavy eyes finally gave up and closed shut. His right leg completely slid forward, providing a trip hazard for anyone who walked on front of him.
