Zara followed along with the group, her gripe about the money was settled. There was nothing much she could do about it anyway--besides, if they didn't stop whatever this threat was she wasn't going to get paid ever again; nor would she be alive. Last she heard, money didn't have much use to dead people--the Egyptians tried. She moved somewhere in the middle of the pack, and her chosen position amongst the group sort of represented her own feelings about it all--not too excited, but not too sad about anything either. She was just waiting for some action to happen.