<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/97m96r.jpg)</div><br/>Briefly, Shiori frowns at the back of the Scorpion shugenja as she leaves the room.  Former Scorpion, that is.  It is only a moment, though, and then Shiori shrugs, her nearly bare shoulders rising and falling as she turns her attention back to the map.  "Mmm."  She murmurs quietly, her voice soft.  "Her assessment of the travel time is accurate.  We should expect to be on the road for almost a whole moon cycle."  She frowns down at the map, bending at the waist slightly to study it more closely, mentally plotting their course, sparing only a tiny nod as the former Unicorn leaves the room.<br/><br/>As Liang speaks, Shiori shrugs again, clearly unconcerned.  "I do not.  But there are plenty of villages along the way.  We should be able to find enough food."  A thought occurs to her, and Shiori looks up, her dark eyes narrowing as she looks at the former... Kaeru, was it?  Perhaps money was more of a concern to him than it was to her; during the war, she'd met more than a few ronin who had been eager to fight for the promise of regular meals.  "More than enough."  She amends her earlier statement.  Perhaps that would reassure him.<br/><br/>Before she can resume her study of the map, Shiori suddenly realizes that, with the departure of the others, she is alone with the unusual Liang, and, more importantly, the all too familiar Keitaro.  Straightening, Shiori clears her throat, her cheeks reddening ever so slightly.  "Well.  Ah.  I'd better get ready, too.  We've got a long way to go."  She strides quickly to the door, her long legs carrying her swiftly out of the room.  She does not look back.