"All right!" A solid relief, putting that question behind her. Amir turned her attention back to the matter at hand, which was proceeding lightfooted along the perimeter of the fence, looking for disturbances in the area that might betray some recent incursion. There were sections of the fence that were dented and damaged, as if something of great weight had struck it. There were marks from laserblasts, too, most likely from the guards.

"You were smelling the air... were you tracking for them?" This possibility did not seem too unusual to Amir. Tracking and hunting were important skills, and in any case animals usually radiated a rather overpowering scent. Maybe Derek was a hunter.

A cry floated out over the distance, hooting and eerie. Though Amir could not see its source, it sounded unnervingly close, falling and then rising in a single liquid arc. Instinctively, she took an arrow from her quiver.