Wyn watched both of the hunter pass her as they talked about getting undressed/dressed in front of people. While she rolled her eye at the thought of all the privilege most male hunters had in their confidence of being able to strip without repercussions. If Wyn decided to ever undress in public she knew she would get a few eyes and maybe chastising for exposing herself like that. While she had the body of a very athletic and muscular woman, it was the other part of her body that most men protested again. Few women complained, though there were not many women in the guild hall aside from herself, Ameria, and the desk attending guildswomen. Regardless, she had the armor she was going to wear for a long time anyways, and if she wanted to change she would need to find another creature to hunt until near extinction to farm for armor reagents for a full set.<br/><br/>Her attention focused onto reality again, and the two had left the guild hall and were climbing aboard the transport, barely within her heightened earshot. She turned her body and began to walk towards the craft, ducking her head underneath the doorway leading out of the guild hall and boarding the transport. Wyn stepped aboard the boarding walkway, her armor clanking down and clashing against it loudly. She had arrived shortly on the heels of Ameria and Crimson, and was hard to miss with the noise her heavy armor was making. She waited for him to end his sentence before interrupting a response from Ameria.<br/>“Ameria, did you not have another hunter with you? What became of them, I didn’t even meet them, are they coming?” She cocked her head mid-sentence, she was truly baffled about the appearance, or rather disappearance of the fourth and now stranger of the group.