(Mine's following too, he just isn't saying anything cuz he can't hear anything.)

Zeth

She was heavily armed, prepared for anything that might decide to come their way. She had a pistol and a M4 Carbine at the ready. as well as sevral strange and indescribable weapons left over from her time as an exterminator This was the last time the doctor would be escaping.
"Traqil, we need a game plan. I say we split into pairs to cover more ground." Zeth knew a bit of sign language, enough to get her point across. She signed what she was trying to say to Hexic, trying to keep him in the loop.


Traqil

He was not as heavily armed, but certainly more armored. He was more of a defensive fighter unlike what seemed to be everyone else.
"I just don't know Zeth, usually splitting uo gets us all nowhere. But...I suppose it's not that bad of an idea. Alright, I like democracy, so what does everyone else think?"

(Yes, because splitting the party always works...)
Saras
''I say we stick together. I don't have any way to suppress the sounds of explosions, and we all need to stay together.''
Saras put a needler pistol on his right thigh.

Scias
"Last time the party got split up, Umbra tried to go against me solo. So unless you like his stingers up your neck, I say it's a bad plan."

Rey
"You would too. I don't care one way or the other."

Scias
"Trust me, that was one fight I didn't go looking for at the time."

(It never works...kinda the point...things are always more interesting when they go wrong.)

(Debateable.)
Saras sat back.

Zethrin

"Whatever." She said with a role of her eyes. She kept checking and double checking her weapons.


Traqil

"Stay together it is...We need a plan in case we do end up getting separated though, not to mention a means of transportation. The lab is supposed to be in another city entirely, so walking would take a good while."

Saras
''I have a teleported. All we'll have to do is travel back.''

"You're right. We need backup plans. Usually we don't do that, and everything goes wrong." She was still trying to get her dagger to stay in her sleeve.