Serenity had jumped slightly at the hand on her shoulder, but she turned to look at the person behind her and smiled. Tristan was an old friend, for all that he was a few years older than her, and having him on the trip would do a lot to raise her spirits. He was an optimistic, steady presence that would work well to balance out her more realistic mentalities.

"Hey, we're leaving home-- I'm allowed to be wistful." But her smile only lasted a few moments as she looked over the gathering crowds, and the various personalities gathering there. "This is going to be rough, man, no lie. We might have each other's back, but I think that's all we can trust."

If she were to be perfectly honest, Serenity would have to say that she didn't trust most people easily. And even though she had lived in the same town for most of her life, and knew at least most of the people around her by name, they were practically strangers. And strangers, she had always believed, could not be trusted with safety or the security of her person.

Nodding at the rifle over his shoulder she patted the gun and attached scope that was against her pack. "So, Zubat and Sandile ready to go? You know that Ponyta will be happy to help carry some of your things if you need us to."