He hunched forward, narrow-eyed, resting his weight upon his elbows.
Then there was a flurry about the hatch as a Thorian officer barked orders. The crewmen snapped to smart 'attention'.
A moment later rey Gundre himself strode down the ramp, a lean, imposing figure. Ylana followed, close behind him.
Together, they moved about the perimeter's defenses, then started back towards the great ship's hatchway.
But now Ylana hesitated, and there was a brief moment of discussion. The golden hair rippled as she shook her head and gestured.
Her father's shoulders lifted in a shrug. Pivoting, he went on up the ramp without her.
Ylana turned. Almost aimlessly, she wandered out among the robots; paused and leaned back against a gigantic metal foot, watching the blue-uniformed crewmen as they toiled and sweated.
The shadows grew longer. The crewmen ceased to heed her presence.
She moved, then, swiftly, silent as the deepening dusk—sliding around the foot in one quick motion; darting past an unmanned post of the perimeter defenses to a spot out of view amid the tangled debris.
Jarl went rigid. Twisting, he worked his way along the observation plate to a place where he again could see her.