*Zeta frowns at yet another unfamiliar word, and makes a mental note to study the room for a couple purposes. She moves over to Jillian and watched her make the burritos until her weapon flashes several times.*
Zeta: Oh yeah, almost forgot. [i]Survey.[/i]
*The spear blinks once more, then slips out of Zeta's hand and floats around the room on its own.*
Zeta: It's recording data for me. Nothing of note, I assure you.

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*Somewhere in the forest a tree is cleaved in two by a massive scythe, wielded by a just-as-massive black armoured figure. He moves along the forest, until he gets to the site where Zeta dropped her cloak, picks up the coat, and grins from underneath his helmet.* 
Black Armoured Figure: Found you little one. 
*He then starts tracking Zeta's trail, leaving his own trail of destruction in his wake. His scythe vibrates in what can only be described as anticipation as it gives off a dull purple glow.*