@Colapse @Jorimel Once the departure was a fact, Kortana saw no further reason to linger, instead finding someplace else to pass the time until the group was summoned to the Arcadia's chart room. The departure of the warlock from the bridge drew her eye and, after a moment's deliberation, she elected to follow him. Though the ranger had long since abandoned the warrior's path, many of its instincts were ingrained in her, and her keen eyes were compelled to take in the warlock's posture and equipment. She herself carried her power sword and its wraithbone counterpart at her sides, though the blades were obscured by her long ranger's coat. No doubt, she was putting him under the same scrutiny he was going to subject the corsair crewmen to. All of this, naturally, was done in the same time it took her heart to beat twice. She quickly moved to catch up with the warlock and fall in step, matching her pace to his. Though she trusted his awareness, she allowed him another heartbeat's time to perceive, before she turned her dark eyes on him. "Well met, Imaldris of Ulthwé," she greeted him, inclining her head politely to the warlock after speaking. "I am Kortana of Alaitoc."