[Fareeha is relatively unchanged, outside of a constant look of worry given the current circumstances.]

It's good to be back. Odd, since I don't really remember being gone at all in the first place, [Odd, but not impossible.] but you're right. A nomadic and hostile species still retains a greater singular set of goals; we're literally a rag-tag jumble of varying ethics, experiences, and skills. We haven't even integrated to that tribe yet. There will always be troublemakers, but we weren't exactly geared up for success from the start.

[She rests her elbows on her knees and clasps her hands, taking in a breath and thinking about everything she can remember about her time before.]