Aya Brea

The team had slept themselves out after their arrival; exhausted and hurt it was no wonder they hadn't explored much or noted things beyond 'defensible' and 'safe'. Awake again though, well, that was a different story. "Yeah, you see it?" Nevada noted comfortably to his partner.

Aya blinked blearily up at the roof of their cave and nodded. "Yeah. Forerunner. Why is the script moving?"

"It likes us." Nevada grinned and poked a bruise on her shoulder until she sat up properly. "Sure, and the other writings we've come across in the universe didn't migrate toward us..."

"They were broken. C'mon, up you go. Languages are your thing." Aya grumbled and stood up properly to peer at the ceiling. "And good mornings sirs."