[center][h1][i][color=lightcyan]Saffron Rupalfeather[/color][/i][/h1][/center][hr]

If Nivia's father couldn't stand the heat after almost [i]thirty years[/i], it left Saffron wondering how [i]she[/i] was going stand it during her time at Shade Academy, and perhaps longer if she chose to stay in Vacuo once her training was complete and she became a certified Huntress, which she knew she was going to accomplish. Staying in Vacuo was appealing in some ways, yet she felt that she could always go back to Vale afterwards with better skills from an arguably better training experience than she would have had if she had stayed home. She would have to see how she felt after the next few years, because whilst she knew that she would push through and complete her training to the end, it was also a very long time before that would happen.

Saffron's thoughts began to subside as they drove into view of the vault-like building. The Faunus moved her hands to the back of Fiona's chair to support herself as she stood up to get a better view over the heads of the pair riding in the front. It wasn't exactly the best of things to do on the bumpy ride, but Saffron made it work, despite the fact that their ride was going to be over in a few moments anyhow. She gripped the shoulders of the seat in front of her as the jeep came to a halt in order to steady herself, and promptly climbed over the side to escape the confines of the vehicles so that she wasn't squished in any more. Added to that was the satisfaction of not having her tail squished in the seat any more, either. Her eyes, however, did return to fixate upon the Atlas Bunker in her attempt to analyse what Nivea was saying to the team of students.

A nest being within made sense. Whilst the vault itself would likely be a little more than warm if the power was out and the air inside being made cool, it was shelter from the elements, such as the harsh sunlight and perhaps sandstorms. It made sense that anyone or anything, such as the Grimm, would take shelter inside. Whilst the Grimm were currently taking up residence, nobody knew if someone else was hiding inside before the Beowolves - if that's what was really inside - had set up shop. Saffron's imagination drifted to the thought of someone locking themselves in a room, their own fear of the Grimm outside keeping them trapped due to their Grimm's natural sensitivity to fear. It wasn't a good image, and Saffron shook her head, redirecting her thoughts to something more useful; Namely, the comments of her teammates.

Drawing [i]Nova Limbo[/i], Saffron gave it a little twirl, a little show of her dexterity but also an act to unclog it from any sand it may have picked up during their journey. Due to the environment that the bunker was bound to be, Saffron would likely be keeping Nova Limbo in it's sword configuration, and sand wouldn't affect it's operation. The problem came with the transforming capabilities of the weapon - a large amount of sand being trapped within the mechanisms would definitely not be great for their performance, and a few times already Saffron had found herself cleaning the weapon. A quick shake would usually loosen things up enough, but she had a feeling it was only a matter of time before a deep clean was required.

With that in mind Saffron gave the sword a final twirl, listening to Rio as he told Kohaku not to doubt herself, and then proceeded to point at him, using the sword as an extension of her pointing arm. [color=lightcyan]"Can't wait to see you clanging off the walls in there,"[/color] she jokes, indicating at his weapon. [color=lightcyan]"Don't worry though, if you want to go in front, I'll be right behind you to catch the ones that slip through,"[/color] Saffron adds with a grin. She didn't actually know if it would be tight in the bunker or not, but she partially hoped so, so that her joke about him clanging his halberd on the walls became a reality. Safely, of course.