Lucina's attention turned towards Milo, and at his question, she raised an eyebrow and slightly pursed her lips. Nervous was a word that could be used to describe how she felt, yes. "It would be foolish not to be. We're going into enemy territory, and we don't even have all of our clan with us," She answered with a somewhat disgruntled tone. "Guns or no guns, we're going to be outnumbered, and our 'acquaintences' have the advantage of daylight hours.  It would be different if they were coming into our land. But this?" A subtle shake of her head and a shift of her gaze to the window showed quite a degree of dissatisfaction.<br/><br/>In contrast, Vicente looked completely casual. Leaning back into his seat, he addressed his fledgeling's concerns. "You worry too much. If all goes well, we won't even be around that long. A month, at most. That little tablet is what we're focused on, not the Acerbis. Them being here is just an unfortunate side effect." He made a motion with his hand that suggested Milo join the conversation at their table, as opposed to having to speak from across the cabin. "Their advantages are worth little with our connections. We have people, supplies, and a haven. It will be fine."<br/><br/>"If," Lucina responded, steepling her fingers and resting her arms on the tabletop. "Being dramatic isn't going to keep us alive on the chance that something goes wrong, you know."<br/><br/>"You don't think so? It's worked for me so far." Humor may not have been the most appropriate thing, all things considered, but Vicente was confident in the abilities of his peers. "Nothing will happen until there's a meeting, anyway. Acerbi knows the consequences of sending her would-be assassins when the terms haven't been discussed yet. She isn't stupid, Lucina."<br/><br/>"And that's why I'm worried." Lucina sighed, and adjusted her glasses with a push from the bottom of the frame. "But maybe you're right. I don't know. Let's just keep our guard up."<br/><br/>Giving her a nod and smile, Vicente agreed. "Of course, once we've landed. But until then, do try to relax. 'Nervous' doesn't suit you." Raising a hand, he motioned with a flick of the fingers to call over one of the plane's attendants, a human who operated with the clan in its various endeavors. Pushing a cart over, they produced a trio of glasses, and began to pour some wine for all of them.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The nightly walk continued, mostly uneventful. No trails picked up yet, just smalltalk and discussion of some rather mundane events. Drake was going on about something or other, while Mariko let him rant and continued to focus on the environment. "So I'm in the woods, yeah? Tryin' to find some fuckin' wolverine lookin' dude who stabbed me in a bar. So of course, I chase the guy down, he's losing his shit, and I finally find him out there with some sorta leather club or something. There's like, twelve dudes."<br/><br/>"I didn't know you were into that," Mariko interjected, nudging Drake with an elbow. His reaction of a heavy pout and a returned nudge made her smile with great amusement, and she let him keep going.<br/><br/>"Hey, shut up. Anyway, I'm getting surrounded by these lost boys-looking assholes, and a bunch of them have knives, so I'm thinking-" Drake's words were cut off by a heavy impact against the back of his head, marked with a loud crack of what sounded like bones splitting. While far from a lethal wound for someone like him, that didn't stop it from hurting like a bitch. He stumbled forward and landed on his face, hands clasping the point of impact tightly. "Mother<span style="font-style: italic">fucker!</span>" He shouted, rolling over onto his back. "Who the hell did that?!"<br/><br/>Mariko locked onto the boomerang when it hit Drake, and as it turned towards her, she raised an open palm and snatched it out of the air before it hit. Her fingers wrapped around the middle of the weapon's body, the gem's glow fading away after a few moments. She turned it over and examined it closely, then looked up to see if she couldn't detect the source of where it came from. She recognized it as the belonging of an old accomplice, one not seen in quite a long time. "Come on out. He won't bite much," She requested, speaking in a slightly hushed tone that Eli would be able to pick up on, but quiet enough that any of the few pedestrians on the street wouldn't notice.