Miles & Mei
Mei sits on her lyrandi, bouncing slightly to test it. She decides it's strong enough to support her weight and, kicking off her boots, lifts her legs onto the cloth with her. In a hushed tone, she speaks to her brother who hasn't yet left. "Analysis?" Miles runs his hand through his hair. "Non-hostile. Passive aggressive at worst. Nothing we need to take shifts on." Mei nods at her brother's assessment. "Fair enough. Sustainability?" This causes Miles to pause. "The trees mean water must be plenty. Lots of food, easy hunting. I doubt they have resources to repair the ship." Mei sighs at this. "Right. Go sleep." Mei waves her hand dismissively at her brother and settles into her 'bed', not bothering to strip off her armor. Miles retreats to his room where he drops the heavy bag off his back and settles into his lyrandi, not even bothering to notice he's still dressed.