A smile crossed Mevenns lips as she raised the helmet off her head, her hair falling in all directions. Helmet hair, it wasn't pretty. She nodded up the ramp where Mach had appeared since the port officials had departed. Pushing a speeder in idle down the ramp a few moments later until Mevenn caught it, stopping it from moving past them. Lifting her left leg over the saddle of the BARC speeder she waited patiently for Kresst to mount it, no doubt behind her so he could hang on. While she waited she chuckled nervously. "I'm hoping that this is destiny rather than deciept. I'm not really feeling up to a fight if I'm honest Master."