Not knowing if and when the good captain would get around to him, Reliat sat back down of the bench, and watched the woman of that heavy armor move back and allowed a fox to nip and bite at her. His green gaze focused on the fox, wondering what kept it there if it disliked her so much. Or perhaps there was more to their strange relationship?<br/><br/>Rolling his neck, the ranger removed a kink in his neck, and bowed his head for a brief time. Rel felt confined within this waiting room, the air was stale, full of odors and fragrances of people and food. He wanted to be outside, with fresh air and open space all around. The head came up slowly, and turned, taking in the group of people still here, willing to put their life on the line.