Well, there's trees. And trees. And bushes. Nothing really interesting.
You're about to look around a bit when you hear Navaro yell something in
Russian. Turning around, you see that what looks like another TAMS has gotten a hold of his scarf and is holding it just out of his reach.
"This is a lovely scarf," she teases, putting it around her neck and rubbing it on her face. "It's so nice and soft!"
Navaro leaps up and grabs an end of the scarf, pulling it off of the TAMS while dragging her out of the tree. She doesn't seem bothered by this at all, and she gets up and dusts herself off.
"Who the hell are you?" Navaro demands as he wraps the sky blue scarf around his neck.
The other TAMS grins and replies, "MSNC-L, or Mesanic Lia."
"That's an... odd class name," you comment.
"It stands for Multi-System Navigation Class," she explains cheerfully. "We specialize in mapping the area. I was just about to head into that building when I saw that
adorable TAMS in your group. Oh, what's his name?"
"MCS-N, or Markus Navaro," Navaro replies, sounding annoyed.
"Awww, that's such a cute name," she giggles. "Hey, can I come with you guys?"
Accept Lia into your party?