Deanna steps out of the gateway, saying something in Greek to the butterfly as it returns. It was an old habit from when she was alive. She was thanking it. She takes a moment to look around, and sense for any reiatsu, as usual. Another old habit, but this one a bit newer in origin, having been ambushed walking out of the gate too many times to count.<br/><br/>After a moment, she turns to her traveling companion. "Well now, are we ready?"<br/><br/>((OOC: Roll Result: Deanna rolled: 1d20, adding 8to the total<br/>Comment: Sense Motive<br/>Result: 16,<br/>Total: 24<br/><br/>So... close...)