"You don't like me?" said Luke, giving Cleo the Puss-in-Boots big eyes look. "But I thought we were gonna make out now." He held the forlorn look a moment longer before relaxing into his usual grin.<br/><br/>"I know some of the others, to varying degrees." he said, by way of clarification. "I'd like to hope no one would be dumb enough to charge off given the intel we have already. Ok, admittedly I could probably get in there solo, but the gribbly sounds nasty enough I'd rather have overkill along than risk it getting in a lucky shot against me."<br/><br/>"How long you planning to meditate for? I can call a meeting for soon if you're not going to be long."