Yet another Alvadian research lab it would seem.  This would not be the first one she had ransacked and certainly not the last one either.  Freyja had been sitting ready with her weapon resting on the floor in front of her and pondering her current situation in more depth.  She had mixed feelings.  There was a part of her that hoped that the facility they were headed to was the one that she made her great escape from... But... Well, that didn't seem likely.  Which also made her glad.  She wasn't sure if she had it in her to visit again. Not yet, at least.  

She wanted to stop thinking on that. Rather, her attention turned to her comrades.  Other members of Wild Rose.  First, there was Derrick.  He seemed level-headed enough and a magic user of sorts.  Well, if she had to guess.  He didn't have the feel of a warrior about him.  Of course, she had yet to talk to him in depth yet but she had to trust her gut.  

Then there was Cadenza.  By the limited interaction, Freyja came to assume her a hot-headed individual.  Cocky even.  If she understands her own limits at least, that much is fine.  Really, she worried about the woman's reliability because of her attitude.  Well, she had found that she worried about anyone's reliability since the war ended so that didn't speak much of Cadenza in Freyja's mind. 

Rather, the one that she was more... concerned might be too strong a word.  Regardless, it was Cassidy.  He was a bit of a smooth talker.  She was somewhat skeptical of him in general.  Perhaps it was jut her but he was a small bit shady to her.  Something seemed off, but she couldn't put her finger on it.  Still, one shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.  Something that the Alvadian Freyja understood far too well.  For now, she would put any preconceptions about these people to the back until she had more knowledge about them.  She figured most of them probably didn't trust her either.  She wouldn't blame them if they knew she was an Alvadian or even if they knew she fights like an old Alvadian Dark Knight.  

As the woman put her thoughts behind her, she grabbed the handle of her weapon and stood.  She allowed the compacted weapon to release to its full size to inspect it once before they had to head out.  It was like a ritual for her, looking it over for scratches, fractures and other things that might be faulty to a weapon.  Well, that was part of the good thing about Alvadian Magitek, even years later it was in near perfect shape.  At least, the ones designed to be good.  That was when the pilot announced that they would be touching down at the zone soon.  "I suppose it's time then.  We dance again, Alvad."  She mentioned to herself before placing her compacted weapon in a specially crafted sheath on her back.  With a sigh, Freyja turned and headed for the disembark ramp.

Once there, Cadenza mentioned something about shit hitting the fan and pounding shots down.  Well.  She certainly was cocky in the way she said it.  Freyja eyed her for a couple of seconds and shaking her head lightly.  "So long as you keep the drinks relegated to when we're not on a mission."  She just assumed that Cadenza was more than happy to take care of herself. As was she, for that part. Perhaps she would need to keep an eye on Derrick or Cassidy, or perhaps not.  That was to tell at the moment.  "I, for one, don't plan to join you on that, Cadenza."  Freyja added, ready to get to work.  Perhaps searching the lab would give her some time to not think about the things that haunted her.