[And it's precisely his...(ahem) centuries of experience that makes Allura certain this mission will go with little to no issue. Assuming, of course, that this planet didn't have any seedy underbelly of black market trades and goods, or gambling dens. But considering the desolate wasteland and lacking language of its residence, she feels this will be straightforward.

She kicks a rock with her toe, upturning it and frowning when nothing comes of it; just dust.]

You know, I am starting to think it was just that. [She turns to face Coran a bit better, seeing him already digging at a spot in the sand. Moving to join him, she crouches at his level, resting her arms at her knees.] Perhaps we should try to communicate, with the Feks at least. I know it is not part of our mission, but--

[It still feels wrong to simply peruse and gather information on this planet without so much as reaching an accord with its citizens. And, as large as they are, the Feks seem the friendlier of the two supposed intelligent species of the planet. Plus, they live in huts.]

I believe I saw that there was a village about three kilometers or so from the landing zone.