[i]As Eris approached, the Mandalorian that had sent out the message would let a smooth whistle pass through her lips, followed by a sly grin. Though other two would peer upon Eris as well, as the one throwing the javelin repeatedly - Elizabeth - would speak first.[/i] "Mm. Good afternoon, madam. Whom might you be?" "Tell us, please." [i]The bounty hunter, against her tree, would say as she bit her lip, studying Eris like a hawk would stalk a mouse in the field. Those lime green eyes simply looked up and down, arms crossed underneath her bosom. Celkym, upon her bench, had simply taken to silently investigating the interaction between the three, observing the oddities and the similarities between each.[/i]