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Arlayna glanced back again, this time to see that everyone was following her and Owen. She turned around to face the front and grinned, then jumped a little when she heard an unfamiliar voice. She turned to see who it was quickly, and looked over him briefly. Then she turned to Owen, patting his arm to get his attention. "Someone was late, Owen. See? Right there..." She turned to point, not really caring whether she would be called out on being rude, or even if Owen was looking. She looked back to Owen, to see whether or not he was paying attention. "So we've got another person in the group..." she trailed off, realizing she was only pointing out the obvious. She knew Owen wasn't exactly good-tempered when she pointed out the obvious too much. Her hand trailed to the bottom of the scabbard on her back again as she glanced at him, then moved so she wasn't so close to him. She hadn't heard anything from him other than the fact that he was a little late.

Instead, she allowed herself to fall back, away from Owen, and more towards the rest of the group. She glanced over Storm's mechanical arm curiously. "Why do you have a mechanical arm?" she asked, curiously, sounding more like a child as she asked, simply for asking such straightforward question, when it might be obvious that he had lost his real arm at some point. She glanced at the other two to make sure they were following, then back to the mechanical arm. She hadn't seen one before, so she was of course going to be curious about it.