Aeryn stares at Morgan with no little shock. "You, you're handing me over to them?  Who are they?  They don't look at all like that Red bas-, The Red Man, but, but I don't know these people!"<br/><br/>She gives Xen a look of mute appeal, but lowers her crossbow and backs up.  She reluctantly sets the weapon asise long enough to check her boots again, they are clear of sand and mostly dry.  She mutters to herself as she slips on some light socks and tugs the boots up her calves and buckles them fast.  She also dons her armor and slings a quiver of quarrels over her shoulder.  Her face is set and blank as she picks her weapon back up.  Her knuckles are whit as she grips it, but her finger is not near the trigger, and the safety is on.