Gilda waited for him to join her, as he seemed to look over one of the Marines disconnecting their fifty-cal from its placeholder before he joined her. The two then began to walk side-by-side towards the garrison. A few griffins saluted once they saw her, but let them pass uncontested. With nothing really going on, she began to drink the sights—the square wooden buildings with griffins and ponies relaxing, cubs and foals playing in the streets. 