"Good thing my outfit is so tacky," Feyora said with a grin that could be easily construed as genuine, smug, or both. Hesitantly, she stepped out of the ship alongside her captain, fists clenched into balls. She was still worried about this, particularly the tall grass. Anything could be in it. Hopefully her meager acrobatics could save her if anything got past the other two mindic.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>