Kaija immediately got the sense that Sendor was a political type. If he wasn't directly involved with politics, then he ran with people who did, she guessed. He spoke in the kind of overly polite way that rich people used at art galas and ceremonies when they either wanted to say more (or sometimes less) than what they actually spoke. She wasn't yet sure of what to make of him, though she took no offense that he hadn't researched the Mejori much before departure. She'd done her best to learn about her new teammates, but the briefing Vahl gave her was...well, brief. It was a relief they didn't know much about her, either. She was a bit disappointed that, though they'd both answered her, neither had actually wanted to place any bets. Pity.

Haelion answered in his own time, and Kaija guessed him to be the quieter sort. But she liked what he said about taking the world as it was. Kaija loved Mejor, but she was desperate for the break from formalities, rules, expectations, status, and most importantly, the law. Unless the isle was inhabited, no one nation's laws applied to the new land. Some exceptions could probably made for purely internal affairs, but Kaija heard from Vahl that she and her compatriots were responsible for making most of the larger decisions, though there were plenty of people that would be running the base camp to form a sort of multi-national council in case discipline needed to be dealt, or things of that nature. 

"We sort of get to make our own rules, don't we? Kinda nice if you ask me. Like a fresh start." For her, it really was. A chance for redemption, and a chance to escape the dark deeds of her recent past. And while she was at it, she could gather valuable new information for Vahl as any good Raven would. Kaija studied the landmass on the horizon and wrinkled her nose in a kind of thoughtful expression. Her stripes pulsed a middling green. [I]Curiosity.[/I] "I'll bet it ain't inhabited. I mean, if it was, why haven't we seen boats or shit in the oceans that came from here? Maybe they're not advanced enough to have ships like ours, I don't know." She sipped her wine; the flavor was sort of starting to grow on her. 

Someone at the bow shouted "All hands! Prepare to board!" 
The preparations would take a bit, but now things were getting real. This really was happening, and Kaija, not Iasha, would soon set foot on a brand new land no Mejori had ever touched. If she was honest with herself, she didn't deserve the honor, but she never settled for only what she deserved. Still, she felt a little guilty. [I]Sorry, Iasha. Should be you out here.[/I] Kaija really did feel that way, though she had her own reasons for replacing the biologist. And she wasn't willing to let any guilt get in her way. Kaija swished her glass of wine appraisingly, then knocked the rest back with an ease that would put any drunken lout to shame. "Well," she said, "guess this is the part where we become explorers, eh? What'd you two do back home anyway?"