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"You have knowledge of that woman Sukarma?", Reyna asked quietly. Ofcourse not THAT quiet, as conversing amongst themselves at a time like this might be seen as hostile, if the other party couldn't hear what was said.

She had mostly given up on the thought of Sukarma as a hostile entity. She was too open, too expressive. Titania above, Reyna had known her for what, 10 minutes? And already she was proclaimed a friend. Ofcourse all of this could be an act, but she didn't think so.

That didn't lessen her doubt about the new people though, even if Sukarma knew one of them.

Maybe it had to do with the 'melted brain' part, but the female was far too trusting of people she only just met.

Reyna saw the backpack, but took little note of it, simply seeing it as a novel way to transport goods. She, after all, didn't know the meaning of the its colours and symbols, being from an entirely different culture.