A young woman with tan sun kissed skin stalked across the rolling scorched hills. Shoulder length brown hair falling in wavy cascades around her face. A few braided seashells dangling near her temple and ears, clinking with each step. She wore a white blouse, with tan slacks. Black boots that met her calves. And a jacket and captains hat that seemed just a touch too large. She approached the gathering under the tree with a smirk. Lifting a canteen from her hip, she unscrewed it and studied each of them as thew talked amongst themselves. Her golden eyes scanning them. 

When her eyes fell on Aren, she grinned. Moving to stand next to the man and clap a hand on his back with a grin. 

"Oi! Din'think ah'd be gettin' tae work witcyeh again sah soon! 'Ere 'ave ah swig! Fer good luck!" She chuckled, shoving her flask into Arens face. She looked across to the others as she tried to force the young man to drink. 

"Oi! Sa' whats th'idea then? We're tryin'tae bust in there? Er sneak?" Her eyes fell onto Neo, having pegged his quiet countenance as the planner and instigator of this plan.