Quickly and sure footed, Reira followed Jon down the corridors. As she promised, she stayed completely quiet. Even her breathing was barely audible unless you pressed an ear to her lips. A she heard the footsteps of the men, she glanced up to see if there was any kind of pipe she could hang on in order to stay out of sight. Unfortunately the only pipe was too thin and would run the risk of bending and rupturing under her weight. Instead she pressed up against the cool metal of the wall, muscles tense in case she needed to spring into action. Luckily Jon convinced the men to easily turn the other way.<br/><br/>"Do you have authority on this ship or something?" She asked in regards to the way her handled the men. "They seem to listen to you."<br/><br/>They were almost at the cargo hold now. She could smell the acrid stench of nitrogen from the cryogenic capsule she was placed in. She wasnt sure exactly how long she had been in that tube or what she was placed in it for. Reira sighed and glanced at Jon. Perhaps he would help her solve those mysteries.<br/><br/>"Ill change quickly if you will stand guard." She spoke in a hushed tone as she rounded the corner. Her clothes were still neatly folded in a pile where her feet had been only a few hours ago. The black suit was skin tight but breathable leather along with belts and holsters for her weapons. As she pull her hair back into a ponytail she scanned the room for potential places where her katanas could be stored. They looked old fashioned but they were indeed deadly. A draw in the side of the cryo chamber caught her eye and she slipped over to it, opening it swiftly. Tucked neatly inside where a pair of katana, perfectly kept without a scratch on them. She always took such great care of the swords.<br/><br/>Reira tied the sheaths to her waist and turned towards Jon once more. "Im ready to meet this captain of yours now." She smirked, fully aware of just how much curves the leather body suit showed off.<br/><br/>Sent from my LG-D950G using Tapatalk