The first thing Drake's aware of is the fact he's wearing armor -- he recognizes the feel of it, the weight, the way it supports him as he sways uncertainly. He looks down and sees that it's black with green trim, just like Ephemera said he'd paint for Drake if they ever got him armor. He smiles a little at that, lifts the helmet he's got gripped in one hand and looks at it.

"C'mon! What're you waiting for?"

He looks up, squinting a little in the wind that hits him from the open back of the drop ship to see Ephemera grinning at him broadly.

It's a jump.

He hasn't been trained for this and knows from previous conversations that if you don't land just right you go splat. So he looks a little wary as he watches the other soldiers leaping into free air, leaving them alone.

"Where's the training wheels protocol?" he jokes, peering into the inside of the helmet where he can see an HUD lit up.