Sherwood sits into his seat in the back of the bullhead, his legs stretched out and his head is tilted back against the headrest as if he were trying to see through the ceiling. However his eyes are closed and the Huntsman in training is actually lost in thought.
ASPN had been together for awhile now and things have settled into a new normal. Sherwood is momentarily amused that missions and combat classes are now what he considers normal, but his mind wanders back to the mission at hand. It seemed to be anything but normal compared to the two dozen Grimm hunting missions on the first year board. He understood that the staff filters through the missions, bumping them back up to Huntsman tier if the mission is too challenging or gauging them for the different year students. He certainly did not doubt their estimations. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't more apprehensive for this mission given it's strange parameters.
The bullhead shakes lightly from either turbulence or a shift of the stick. Sherwood's head bounces against the seat rest and he grimaces. He can't get used to the air travel, though it might be too early to say as he can count how many times he's ridden in bullhead on one hand. Rolling his shoulders to work out the brand new crick in his neck, he hears the pilot's warning.
"Thanks for the head's up." Sherwood replies. He brushes his hand on the sole weapon he has on his person, his hunting knife from his hunting days.
The handle shows it's age well; there's a slight crack in the pommel and the leather wrapping around the handle has frayed in places, the whole of the leather thinned and weakened. The blade, while no longer polished and sheen has been well maintained and is still as serviceable as it was almost a decade ago when he received it.
Of course, Sherwood's never used the knife for anything other than skinning and cutting meat. But something is better that nothing, with Tristram in his locker at Beacon.
"If we encounter them..." Sherwood says towards the pilot, but turns to his team. "Ah suppose we're in ah heap of trouble?" he says with a sheepish smile.