<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br/>Justine pursed her lips as she considered the others' positions. Splitting up seemed a poor tactical decision. Ci'ona, she thought, might just be eager to find answers. This tower was crafted by her people, after all. Bell, on the other hand, made her suspicious. That wink didn't help things, either. Justine couldn't decide if the gesture was flirtatious or not, and she didn't like the implications in either case. Was the girl hoping to escape Justine's scrutiny for some secretive purpose?<br/><br/>The whole situation was deeply frustrating. If she'd been assigned to a platoon of soldiers, there would be a clear chain of command, where orders were orders for better or worse. In this rag-tag band however, there was no such hierarchy. "Fine," she decided. "For the record, I do not consider this a wise decision, but we will split up for now. If you two run into trouble, fall back to us. We'll try and make sure the exit is cleared should we need to retreat." She blinked. "Hang on, where did Missy get off to?" She sighed. The fox girl was going to be the death of her. "Well, let's both keep a lookout for our erstwhile companion, shall we?" With that, she turned to descend the stairs.