Tar grunted consent for the male to join her, absently twirling the leaf before her eyes. She noted the tiny bug scrambling over its surface. “Even their vehicles drive in circles. How tame.” She dropped the leaf, looked over and up at Yalu. He was on the tall side at over eight feet, and she was compact at seven foot. So Tar took an instinctive half-step away which allowed her to look him in the eyes without baring her armoured throat.

“There is enough path for both of us.” Tar half answered Yalu’s follow-up question. She then vaguely gestured for them to all walk again, which provided the other half. “Yes...This place is strange too. I miss my homeworld, if only for a bit of excitement!” Tar’s voice was melodic for a Sangheili, which jarred with her soldierly mannerisms. These were partly a performance for Yalu, who Tar wasn’t comfortable around outside of combat yet. 

“How long do you think they’ll keep us waiting? We are wasted here.”