Sayuri's eye twitched when the Proxian invited her to come along. It annoyed her that any Proxian who passed thought they would be friends. She looked over to the Lemurian, 'She doesn't seem like someone who could tell any sort of lie well, which makes me even less trusting... Though I am curious as to why the their looking for adepts...'

Straitening up she places the sword back on her shoulder, "I'll come along as long as Marta here comes with. She seems quite good company. Also I'm not surrendering my sword for any reason."