[It's a mix of curiosity and boredom that makes her want to head elsewhere as opposed to scrounging around in the dirt for who knows how many quintants. Seeing the creatures of this land in their villages and homes, perhaps seeing signs of some form of written language to try to translate and communicate with...it suits her expertise and expectations far more than, well, picking up samples of dirt and dried up flora.

Sure she has the drive and the sense to want to complete a mission to help whatever cause this still-questionable fleet has, but not until she gets to try to know the natives. See what they think of the matter. Even if communicating with them still seems night impossible.

Plus, she's a bit stubborn and hardheaded even though she does her best to appear the epitome of regal leadership and sensibility. And she's not stuck on a ship simply waiting for people to return from Oros. So she'll ignore the scrutinizing looking Coran is giving her, even if she trusts him completely.]

How long can a mission of scrounging for flora and digging up dirt last, Coran? I am sure we will be able to handle ourselves and the Feks.

[She rises from her crouching position, brushing the dust off her knees.]

Besides, perhaps it is important to see why the natives chose one area to settle over the others. There may even be more flora we can examine near the village.

We will be fine.