For the moment, we'll worry about what's inside the ship, not out.

[ A hand claps on York's shoulder; it isn't a scold, but is firm for the brief time it rests there. Reassurance, perhaps.

Then the metalbender's hand drops and Lin clasps both behind her. Her pricklemane nudges at Sparky and Max, a friendly rumble in his throat, before he bounces over to stand next to Lin, and puff up seriously. It's a rather comical immitation in its own fashion, although he's not doing it for fun - he's doing his best to be as stern as she is! (...it isn't working).

Lin ignores him. Instead, she has another frown for Edge (=n=!!), before she nods at Chell as the quietest of the recent arrivals seperates from the group. At least someone's taking the initiative.]


If it's like any other ship, there should be multiple decks, and access points on the port and starboard sides.

I'll remain here as point of contact for any latecomers, and keep us coordinated. If anything unwanted tries to come in through those doors, I should be able to handle it.

[ That, and she doesn't want to use her seismic sense in front of the group. Not just yet..

Did you have to say that out loud, Sora? There's a slight grimace as her reply. ]