Clairvoyance
I'm a bad bitch, you c'aint kill me.
"A Kepten?" Her eyes trailed over the armor, trying to remember what a Kepten looked like. "Interesting. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Baxely." For the life of her, she couldn't remember much about Keptens -- other than the fact that they were warriors. "The armor is to keep your identity hidden, then?"
Before Baxely could answer, a feminine voice rang out in the quiet alleyway behind them all. Vasanna turned slightly, looking back to see none other than a Jynan before her. "A Jynan? That's rather surprising." She muttered. She, unlike the others, didn't jump into a fighting stance like the others had. If the girl had wanted to attack, someone would already be dead.
As she passed back, it seemed she was scoping out the competition. Vasanna received no more than a stray glance from her, which made her smirk. It seemed their new Jynan friend deemed her unworthy of her time. Vasanna hoped that one day she'd be able to show the girl, seemingly named 'K', how very, very wrong she was about the team's navigator.
The tension in the air was heavy, but Kvillir managed to push through it. He said something to Kivak in their native language, and Kivak took the lead once more. He seemed extremely on edge, more so since K showed up. They were led through more twisting streets and dirty alleys until they reached what seemed like a junkyard, or perhaps an industrial complex. "This is where they left their ship?" She thought, glancing around. "I'd be surprised if it hasn't been stolen yet."