Tara wakes up, her helmet visor down, her body encased in steel from head to foot.  She listens to the argument... repartee, and decides to interupt.  She stands with a fairly fluid, powerful spring.  "I have some food, sir.  But perhaps our host has better?  We might investigate and see?"<br/><br/>She adjusts her gear, the great sword on her back, the pack over it, carefully, making sure it's ready to hand, and points towards the building nearby.