Snyder found himself so engrossed in twirling the amber within his palm that he barely was able to respond to the question he clearly hadn't heard. Galen's eyes trailed to the cigarette in Arnold's hand and scowled slightly. "Are you aware of how many carcinogens you're directing towards your lungs with a single puff? And at this altitude where air is thinner, it's almost hard enough to breathe as it is without smoke being blown about this tiny space." Snyder wasn't accustomed to flying in a helicopter, in fact, flying in general. He'd taken a boat when he went off to college in Greece, sailing across the Mediterranean. Flying made him uncomfortable, because at least if a ship was sinking, he could swim away. Snyder couldn't flap his arms and fly to safety.

Ignoring the question posed to him by Arnold, he preferred to ask a few of his own. "What are we carrying with us anyway? This sap in my hand probably pre-dates the Cretaceous period, and knowing Hammond, he isn't going to start a sap museum." Snyder removed his sunglasses and looked out to the water, eyeing a few birds as they flew by. "Children would be bored out of their minds."

Galen's scowl increased as he was kept in the dark about what Hammond was up to. Not that it mattered, its just how Hammond was. Surprising everyone with what they'd prefer not to know in the first place. Perhaps he was trying to make them soil themselves in anticipation and tell them to clean up in the executive washroom to fund the project. Watching the smoke twirl about the air before leaving the small area where Snyder and Arnold sat, the landing couldn't have come sooner...

As they landed and Snyder pulled his duffel bag full of geological notes, mainly because Hammond asked him to, onto his shoulder. He followed Arnold's lead and strode behind him step-for-step, eyeing the man cautiously as he continued blowing smoke here and there. Snyder scowled once more and mumbled under his breath. "I'd rather inhale volcanic ash."