Alright," Sol said, dropping his arms and standing up from the table. His tall, heavily muscled frame easily dominated the cramped space of the room. "Sitting in here listening to you two throw insults is entertaining, but it's not getting anything done. Let's go out. I want to see the actual situation of the tribe with my own eyes, last time it was just cursory look."
Kira immediately straightened her posture, her Vanguard discipline snapping back into place. "Of course. The inner rings are mostly stable, but the outer perimeter is still a mess. I can walk you through the damage details."
Zeyra didn't argue either. She simply stood up, smoothing down the front of her sleek woven tunic with an elegant brush of her hands. "It would be beneficial for the people to see you walking around, Sol. Morale is... complicated right now."
