[B]Minerva Fairchild[/b] -- [i]On Foot We Shall Go[/i]

Silently, the Knight would listen as the group discussed what their plans were for the next leg of the trip. She had to admit, as far as bandits went, this little group was far from the worst she had ever seen. Though, there was certainly room for improvement.

Keeping her arms guardedly folded, the moment Garnet turned to face her and inquire if she agreed with the plan, the Knight nodded calmly.

Concern was growing in her mind, as it was revealed that Cassius wasn't skilled with a blade. Leading her to suspect that the majority of the crew was likely the same way. The Lioness' eyes narrowed then, with such revelation giving rise to the thought that she would likely be the only competent swordfighter in the group, she would not be able to rely on the others.

A slight scowl grew, but Minerva would make herself heard.

"If we are to go forward with this plan, the Princess and I will need disguises, or commoner's clothing. If you will." The Knight's intense gaze shifted to Monica then, as she continued. "Miss, perchance might you have skme spare clothing that might fit the two of us? Because you very well know they are looking for a Noblewoman, and the Princess. Our clothes are half the problem."