Stepping out of the tent, Yu pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his coat pocket, putting one in his mouth before lighting it and stowing away the items again. "Go on ahead," Yu said the dark-haired woman beside him as he blew out a cloud of smoke. "I'll catch up with you."
The woman answered him with a cautious gaze, her eyes observing him for a moment. "Be careful," she warned the man before heading off towards the knowledge center as they'd originally planned.
Yu took one more drag of his cigarette before sighing, the smoke wafting around his face, a thin veil that concealed the slight frown he worn as his eyes scanned around him. There. Some people were moving crates, a shipment of supplies that had arrived with the caravan that had bore himself, the other scouts, and a handful of other Travelers. For a moment, Yu wondered if Kyra and those she'd been sitting with had been among those paltry few who had arrived with the scouts before he headed in the direction of the movers.
Without a word, the man put the cigarette to his mouth and lifted one of the large crates, moving it from one pile to another, helping organize them. At least, that's what appeared on the surface. The man never took his eyes off the mess tent's entrance, for more than a moment, always keeping it in his periphery, keeping track of who went in and out. Mostly out. There was one person in particular he was looking for. One in particular he needed to talk to...