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The first person whom Del can sense nearing is Sia, a human who has the ability to use what this race calls 'black magic', though she doesn't appear quite capable of controlling her own potential, from the times that Del has been around for more powerful exhibitions of Sia's powers. The two aren't exactly close, both having their own moral standpoint on how to go about doing things. This isn't to say that Del isn't above swinging fists and getting her hands dirty to reach the desired goal, but at the same time she isn't going around blowing things up just because her temper is a bit foul that morning. Sia's seeming disregard for the lives of others is something which never ceases to get on the alien woman's nerves, and the two women getting into small arguments over such things isn't all that unusual. When the group had first formed, Del had hoped to somehow befriend Sia, because she hadn't really had much interaction with humans outside of school and protests, but it was clear almost immediately that such a thing wasn't going to happen in this millennium. Instead, the two manage to tolerate each other to an extent, although the line is very thin and constantly seems near breaking. For now, she says nothing to Sia, only nodding in her general direction, her unseeing eyes facing her but not registering anything as she senses the energy in her mind. She can smell smoke on the young woman, but does not comment on it, for now. Though Del is far from nonconfrontational, she doesn't desire to step on Sia's feet so soon in the regrouping.

"Fuck everything," growls a familiar voice, angry as usual. Honestly, even if his voice and energy weren't familiar, Del probably could have identified the team member simply based upon his words of greeting. Sia may be a bit temperamental, but as far as Del is concerned she had absolutely nothing on Jack Jackson, the human man with the stupid name and a mouth that, if human swears transferred to Caltarion ones, could rival the most vile and drunken of City Koles, who are, unfortunately, well known for vulgar language. Due to having been raised as a servant of a wealthier Rashna, Del never really adopted such a language, if only because using it in front of her family's employers would have meant a very harsh beating that would have had to be treated for the next week or so. Even the thought of it makes Del grimace slightly, remembering how she learned the lesson to keep her vocabulary in check. "For fuck sake, are we going to have to wait for that asshole Fenris? Cocky little fucker, with his dumb fuckin' hat 'n shit."

He would have been cut up and beaten until he couldn't move for months, Del muses coolly when she hears Jack speak further, swearing becoming more condensed with each sentence that was spit out of his mouth. Subconsciously, she notes that, apparently, Fenris always wears a hat. It hasn't been brought up before, and for all she knows everyone could be waltzing around completely nude- clothing doesn't exactly give off an energy for her to read, after all. The alien woman doesn't even bother greeting Jack- it'd only send him into some psychotic rant about the fact that 'he doesn't need no damn greeting from some fuckin' dolphin girl' or something like that. She really wishes he wouldn't mock her name every single time they meet- well, he hasn't yet. Not that she knows of, anyway, as she hasn't entered anyone's mind.

Del can hear the roar of an old motorcycle nearing, but it is the mystical energy flowing off of the rider that lets her know that Fenris, and apparently his hat, are nearly here. Unlike with Jack and Sia, Del has no real issues with Fenris, or Drake for that matter. They both have decent personalities, and the latter has intelligence that is comforting, considering that this planet does typically seem slightly lacking in that department. "Ello, ladies and gents! Sorry for being late. I had some problems getting 'ere." Del turns towards him, or rather his energy and general area, and nods in greeting. She clearly isn't the sort for actually saying hello, preferring brief nods. Besides, she'd really like to get on with whatever Drake has to tell them- she has things to do, after all. Finally, Drake comes out and begins to speak, but it is soon clear that he forgot to take her into consideration when making a diagram of this "Zamzonite" thing. He explains it briefly, and based on the slight whirring of a shifting image puts other things up on the screen- yet more stuff for Del to be ignorant of. He mentions a hostile species, but does not offer any names.

This would be a lot easier if- oh, f'asdne, Del thinks with a soft sigh, crossing her arms over her chest and giving up on pretending like these little visuals help her at all, not bothering to even angle her head towards them anymore. "I myself just accidentally condemned to men to the chair," Drake mentions, making Del narrow her eyes ever so slightly with irritation. Perhaps he has a good reason, but until it is given she isn't really too pleased with such a thing. Honestly, sometimes these people are no better than the Rashna, she thinks irritably. When Sia speaks, it is practically with the intention of angering Del further, as the human girl speaks sarcastically about what transgressions the men may have committed, drawing Del into it by mentioning that the harm of animals would have insulted her enough to kill people, not Drake.

"We can't all be Rashna-f'asdnein J'orglas," Del spits back at Sia, before remembering that the girl won't have the slightest clue what she is talking about. "Oh, forget it," the young woman begins to mutter when she hears Sia mention demolishing a library. Del practically worships the fact that this country has public libraries, even if they are absolutely no good to her, because such an institution would be laughed at on Caltar. Things available to be borrowed for free? Preposterous. Everything has its price and security is always provided when transactions are made- at least, if a wealthier person wants there to be, anyway. "What were-" Del falls silent again, closing her eyes and trying to regain some sort of calmness, only succeeding because Sia goes on to ask some legitimate questions. She waits for an answer to those before posing her own inquiries.