It was becoming something of a theme for Feral to remain mostly silent as her fellows discussed plans and exchanged pleasantries, and that had not changed since entering the simulation. Having gone from a metal box hurdling through the sky at hundreds of miles per hour, to a much larger metal box doing the same, to a much smaller metal box that somehow projected her mind to a virtual world... It was a lot to digest all at once. The urban landscape surrounding them on all sides, fake as it was, provided some level of comfortable familiarity, though she could not shake the 'off' feeling born of such an artificially aligned landscape. While her team members discussed their plan of action, she kept a wary eye on the windows and rooftops of the buildings around them, not entirely convinced by Diver's initial explanation that there would be no immediate hostiles around. 

[color=d2d9db]"I can escort her."[/color] The Lupo piped, finding a moment to finally, faintly, chime in. Trying to get the high ground [i]was[/i] probably the better idea, considering their total lack of intelligence in regards to the lay of the land. If her sneaking suspicion was correct, and the buildings of this simulation did, in fact, play host to the enemy... then she could finally put her mind at ease by pushing aside all the thoughts of crazy technology and focus on the steel in her hand.

[color=d2d9db]"Swords are smaller than spears. Better for tight corridors."[/color] She said, as if that would somehow reassure the group she was the more suitable candidate.