Gwendel watched the events in the crater below. He'd moved so he was sitting with his legs crossed and his head in his hands. After the tall Graecian-descended man "worked his magic" on the ship's door his smile widened a bit (Gwendel never struggled to maintain a frown, he actually preferred smiling.) "Ah, would you look at that?" he muttered, possibly in the other Neko's general direction. Whether this was so or not, Ikuto glanced at him anyway. "I think they've gotten the door open."<br/><br/>Ikuto took on a look of surprise. "Can we fly that thing out of here?" he asked.<br/><br/>Gwendel shrugged. "I suppose it depends. Those fellows down there seem to think so anyway." The Graecian Neko turned to the blue-haired Neko and widened his smile again. "My name's Gwendel. Gwendel Nocturne."<br/><br/>"Oh," Ikuto said, surprised at the sudden introduction. "Ikuto Kenshi."<br/><br/>"Well Ikuto," the man smiled, "Shall we go make some friends?" Without waiting for an answer Gwendel stood and hopped down into the not-too-deep crater. With another surprised look, followed by an amused sigh, Ikuto followed.<br/><br/>"So," Gwendel asked curiously, "What's the news with this ship?"<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Nakutaro shook his head slowly and innocently. "I won't try to damage anything," he promised the part-Graecian man. He turned to look with his eyes as the two that had been observing from above for a while came down to join them. "In a day we can get in," he said to the new arrivals in his quiet, understandably dry-sounding voice. Luckily for whoever he talked to, his voice wasn't rough or unpleasant sounding. Actually, it may have been described as lulling. "I'll bet more people will have come here by then," he added.