Amos POV

He walked into the Knight, glancing around and noticing everyone was taking their seats already. The door behind him closing and Amos moves to sit next to Naomi. He wasn't feeling too happy about the fact Liv was staying behind on the Cant and he glares at Shed for a moment whose now complaining how little equipment he had to work with.

"If there indeed survivors on the Anubis, I have little to work with," he hears the medic say and Amos rolls his eyes.

"Stop complaining and sit your ass down," he growls towards the man, earning a glance from Naomi next to him.

Amos ignores it, strapping himself against his chair and bringing the screen towards him where the route was shown. But he can't concentrate on the lines before him. Something's bugging him and it annoyed the hell out of him. When he hears Shed criticize the medical supplies once more, Amos unlocks himself from the chair.

Sitting up and leaning his elbows on his knees, he watches the medic running around and shakes his head. "Boss, we can't leave when he doesn't sit the fuck down," he sneers the word 'fuck' and feels Naomi his hand coming to a rest on his shoulder. It didn't calm his rising anger but Amos holds himself from punching Shed in the face nonetheless.

Holden turns around irritated by then, also glaring at the doctor and offering Naomi a confused look. Which she shrugs her shoulders and goes to sit up straight as well. "Shed, what the hell is the bloody problem," she asks with clear annoyance in her voice, making Amos grin.

"I can't do anything with this!"

"Calm the fuck down. We haven' t even left yet," Amos sneers at him, tired of this shit already and he leans back.

"I can't calm down," Shed says simply, "what if there survivors who lost limbs or are sick?"

"You know what," Holden intervened, his voice calm and even, "why don't you go get the stuff you need out of sickbay?"

"I thought we were on a tight time schedule," Amos sighs, rubbing his face with his hand. This was going to be a long fucking trip with these people.

"We are," Naomi replies but Amos catches her sudden undertone and stares at her. "But if Shed here can take his supplies, maybe we can still depart on time…," she says, letting her words linger in the air for a moment before adding , "if he hurries of course."

"I'll hurry. Open the door."

It took only two minutes for him to run out of the door and Holden follows Shed outside. Making Amos relax in his chair and buckle up again. "We don't need a medic, dammit. This takes too long," he mumbles and hears Naomi disagreeing with him.

He was about to answer when footsteps are heard and he turns his face to see Holden appear again. Right behind him, Liv is standing and taking in the Knight. She has wonder written all over her face and Amos can just read it off her. It's the first time she's going on a trip in space. Except the one that got her here.

"Shed isn't coming. I got a replacement," Holden announced and walked to his chair next to Alex again. "Now, buckle up. We're leaving."

She looked lost for a moment and Liv's eyes meets Amos'. The smile she offered him made him feel warm inside but he shrugs it off and points at the seat empty seat next to him. She moves quickly once the engines start and her fingers try to close the belt.

"Here," Amos bends towards her, clicking the belt closed and he can feel her breath against the side of his face.

"Thanks," she murmurs and he looks at her. The twinkling in her eyes is for him this time and Amos nods.

"No problem. Just don't panic when the ride gets bumpy," sitting back down in his chair and looking at his screen again. But he can't help to let his eyes wonder to her a few times during the flight.