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Zell's brow furrowed at the first response to the battle plan.  He froze in confusion as he looked on the orange-stained clouds, then turned his head in Adam's direction, about to explain that this was just a formation for battle - not something they were expected to stay in at all times.  Fortunately Fenna cut him off.

"That is a good strategy," she said to him. "When it's time for battle we should try to get into this formation. During travel, someone who can navigate the land should go first. I'm fairly good at recognising animal tracks and the likes, so there may be times I will go ahead of the group."

"Yeah, good idea," Zell said back to her, a note of confusion lingering in his voice.  [i]At least someone's listening properly.[/i]  One thing about Fenna that was interesting to Zell was that; although the swordsman rarely heard her talk, when she did talk it had an important weight to it.  She was sharp, alright.  Content to stay in the background, it seemed, but always aware - no wasted words.  Maybe she was just apprehensive, everyone being strangers n all, but she certainly wasn't no fool.

He looked over his shoulder and nodded to MacKensie when she subscribed to the plan, then shot a teethy snarl at Joji for the big guy's contribution. "Oorah, Meathead Unit, let's go," he growled, giving his fellow swordsman next to him a soft shoulder-bump.

He grabbed a portion of fish and put it on his plate, "Ppreciate it, Plant man," and when he sat back down, dumped a few rations on the plate as a nice side dish.

As he ate, distantly listening to MacKensie and Joji talking fishing, he enjoyed the slow-changing sky which was starting to wash out shades of red and purple.  He realised that his whole life he'd never actually appreciated a sunset before.  To him, it was just something to colour the City of London - maybe set the mood with a girl he was trying to sleep with.  Something to accent his tiredness after a long day of football training, or a signal to jump in that shower and have a shave because it was going to be a wild night on the town.  But a beautiful sunset wasn't just an accessory - it was a phenomenon amazing all on it's own.  There was just always so much going on and so much to do, that he'd never took a moment to notice it.

[i]Sweet.[/i]

"We should probably take turns keeping watch during the night," and there she was again; [i]Fenna coming in hot with the wisdom.[/i] "Maybe in pairs? It's a strange land after all, and who knows, maybe some others will be interested in that cube we have."

After MacKensie and James offered themselves on shifts, Zell briefly raised his fork in the air. "I'll take the first watch.  I doubt I'd sleep right away, anyway.  Hey Clive, wanna jump on the first shift with me?"