[Mars continues to walk at an angle to Namur, making sure to keep distance enough for two or three shots should he stop his...disgusting and thoroughly unsettling meal. Her eyes flick between her distant trouble and the current room. Taking in the details at a glance she notes the flora but doesn't recognize it. Still...she stretches out with her preternatural senses, feeling for aggressive life in the treeline, her psychic prescience hopefully giving her some warning before a mutant tyrannosaurus appears or something equally insane.]

Which way? I'll follow, but I want to keep my eye on our companion while I can. Direct me, so I can keep us covered.

[Not that she trusts either of them but splitting up seems bad given their seeming lack of powers. And the one boy does have a dragon.]

And I would ask your friend to wait...