Blanc landed on her feet, in a matter that could have been called graceful if it weren't for the small crater she had created. She looked around before anybody had even began talking. They were in Planeptune, but something was different, the swathes of smiling, cosmopolitan people...were gone.

"[color=6ecff6]I've got a bad feeling about this...[/color]" she muttered, and as if on cue, she spotted the approaching vehicles. Then before any of them knew it, they were surrounded by armed soldiers. Hardly a warm welcome, but at least it was professional and made herself, and no doubt the others, think twice before making any rash moves. In her head, she was taking notes for improvements in her own nation's security team.

She managed a smile in the face of this reception. "[color=6ecff6]We don't mean anybody any harm. We only wish to talk with whoever's in charge.[/color]" she spoke softly to the soldier currently aiming a gun right at her.