Rosa snorted. "If they clear leather, it will certainly be." before nimbly hooking her canteen onto her webbing and shifting it back. "Will be counting on ya to guard my back when that time comes." she'd nod, and fall in with the movers and shakers. Her pack was... surprisingly large, or perhaps...
Next to the gigantic dragon-lady, at a respectable distance for escaping random swipes of that tail, stood someone a whole two heads shorter. At a whopping 5'4", a certain blue-eyed joystick-jockey was busy totally not sizing up the people around her. She was leisurely sipping from a canteen...
