"I'm not the last to arrive, I see.", Synaerihl said with a smirk as she strode in to the huge officers mess.<br/><br/>Her dark eyes roamed over those already assembled, obviously taking in their attire, armour and armaments. Syn didn't trust anyone, except perhaps the Captain - a little, and everyone with half a brain would be aware of this. She also didn't much like being the first of the Eldar to arrive. Not that Syn trusted them any more than anyone else, really, but if sides were drawn for whatever reason she'd wager the Eldar would back each other against the mon'keigh under most circumstances. Syn herself would, at least.<br/><br/>"Captain.", she smiled, a leer that was almost dangerous, at the human woman. Syn vamped her way around the table, passing behind the Captain as one long finger traced it's way up the Captain's left arm and shoulder as she circled, taking a seat next to the 'throne' of the resident Space Marine; Syn always like to be close to him when in the same space, 'under' the range of his guns, just in case. "I hope our reason for coming to this planet will prove more exhilarating than our last stop?"<br/>