Cairn dressed and armed with speed and precision, paying no heed to the others.<br/><br/>Service in the Army operating under "field modesty" had long since cured her of many inhibitions when she was with those she considered comrades.  Linen shirt, cotton briefs, then linen pants, socks and boots, then she hauled her armor over her head, settled her helmet on her head, sword and dagger on belt, scooping up donning her pack, shield on one arm, and she was ready.  She knelt before the huge dog, kept her eyes averted, not meeting the animal's gaze as she offered the back of her fist, holding it just below the critter's muzzle for a sniff.<br/><br/>"Chloe, Sethi, lead the way, we'll follow directly."  She did glance up at the Druid, not staring at him directly so as not to spook the dog.  "We do need to get our mounts settled on the ship.  Just as soon as your dog and I  say hello properly."<br/><br/>Thank the gods the dog was trained.  A quick sniff and a lick, and they were off to the stables.