(As she entered the main room, Syn turned around in his chair and almost fell out of it as he scanned her body. He cleared his throat and cut an appreciative look to Nykyrian.)
Dayum…woman be hot. (Syn)

“C’mon, Devyn, move already. You’re like watching ice freeze. You keep this pace…”

“Fifty dorcas they’re setting up an ambush near my ship. (Nykyrian)No bet. I kno…”

“You okay? (Grace)Oh, yeah. I’m just fine considering the fact I’ve walked throu…”

“Well", Fang said, mimicking a thick Southern drawl. "I must say its mighty nice…”