Nick stood with his back pressed against the reinforced steel of the truck's back door, his only movement was the foot he had placed on its bumper as he shifted his weight. He still had a hard time believing the simplicity of the mission they were all on. The quick pace of putting everything together was also mildly concerning, but Nicholas Leflen was never a man to question orders. His eyes flicked from the necklace he twirled in his hands to the girl now being escorted from the building. Nick's hand knocked on the truck's exterior. A minute later the passenger door closed and Zeran strode from in between the second and third trucks.<br/><br/>Nick didn't mind Zeran; he was quiet, to the point, and a good soldier. Zeran didn't care much for Nick's Alvirian roots. However, Nick didn't care much either way. People hated, often indiscriminately, and there wasn't much he could do, or would do, to change that. It was a little ironic, Nick supposed, how much the two soldiers had in common; synthetic limbs, lack of current day family, and so on. In the end all that mattered was that the two didn't mind working together or sitting in silence.<br/><br/>Zeran's eyes fixed on the girl and then the commanding officer Lysandra. Both men took in the "package". Neither of them could guess the importance that this, essentially, child had. "Hmmm." Zeran's throat echoed in a groan and then turned to Nick. "What do you make of her?"<br/><br/>Nick looked at the little crystal necklace in his hand and then to the girl. He let total observation take her in and listened intently to his instinct. "Trouble." His eyes fell on the necklace once more and he let it fall back around his neck. The truck lurched slightly as he pushed off of it and left for the driver seat.