Ramera looked down from the skies, feeling the air tug her hair. She was prepared to give up on her search for the men before she spied a solar car down below. She flew down, landing softly on her feet before she began walking her way towards the men filing into the car, keeping her usual cold expression layered across her face. The largest of the men then turned to her, speaking with a grin plastered across his face. Ah! She thought as she began to remember the owner of the face. He was the man known as either Tank or Julius. A man with a past rooted to Paradise Land. His family had been members of Paradise Land longer than any of the other Warrior families that she could name off of the top of her head. 

Ramera felt herself blush at the comment from Tank, but didn't let her cold expression slip as she spoke, “Yes, that’s assuming that you’re the rescue crew?” 

He slid over, gesturing for her to stand beside him in the back of the solar car. It would be far more conservative of her energy for her to ride along rather than flying, so she didn't hesitate to take the spot alongside him. She hoisted herself up into the car, folding her wings tightly against her back. “I don’t know about you, but as well-known as Paradise is there are a limited number of people out there who’d know to signal using a yellow flare for help” She stood in the back, alongside Tank, the both of them unable to fit into the cramped space of the solar car. “I don’t know if you were made aware of this but the flare had been accompanied by a screeching sound resembling metallic scraping. It could be a large vehicle of sorts that we’re headed out to. That in itself brings about a few questions.” She breathed in, sighing to herself. “I may be a little paranoid but I feel that it may be best to exercise caution in any rescue situation”