Aaloka gripped tightly with two hands on her scythe, and twisted the indiscernible mechanism. The staff collapsed slightly, and the bladed head curled inwards, making the whole affair at least somewhat easier to transport in some cases. She then clipped the wring at the head and handle onto the back of her belt, so that it wouldn't get in the way of flight. She moved with a fluid rigidity, almost mechanical in nature but clearly made of practice and discipline. As she did so her partner responded, but was interrupted by the comms buzzing with activity. 

A certain member of the group was asking questions. Allie had no answer for them. She was never a big talker, and honestly those sort of questions just flew under her radar. She didn't ignore him, not at all, she just felt he wouldn't get anything from what she might have to say. As her fellow soldiers spoke, bringing a lighter tone to the conversation, Aaloka watched her winged partner stand with her arms outstretched, looking a little put out of place. The shadow of a smile formed on her features as Siara stood there awkwardly. As if to answer her she approached and nestled in for the customary flight hug. She didn't say anything still, as was her way. But the big eyed look she gave up to her taller companion was enough communication. At least from her perspective. 

She wouldn't admit it but she was pretty excited to get back home. While she liked all the party members for her own reasons and their own ways, she was particularly fond of Bree. For a reason she herself was unsure of. Maybe it was just the "aura" she put off, who knew. Perhaps it had something to do with their shared past in medicine. Even though Aaloka was no longer useful in that regard, and they weren't the only two with such a background. She found Bree much easier to approach than Terry. Nothing really unsettled her anymore but spending too much time with him always left her feeling a little more...empty?