Yahs Anirys Plasmoid Monk 1 CG
AC: 16 | HP: 9/9 | HD: 1/1 | PP: 13 | Inspiration: Yes | Speed: 30 ft
Str 11 (0) Dex 16 (3) Con 12 (1) Wis 16 (3) Int 11 (0) Cha 9 (-1)
Attacks: Spear (P)1d20+5;1d6+3 | Unarmed(B) 1d20+5;1d4+3 | Sling(B)1d20+5;1d4+3 | Quarterstaff-Mop(B) 1d20+5;1d6+3
Magic: Sacred Flame (DEX vs DC13; 1d8) | Shield of Faith(Bonus; +2AC)
With Popsicle put on ice for the time being, Yahs offers a helping pod to Naz, but finds the paladin's face turning red from insult. Or was that just because the strain? Yahs couldn't be sure and didn't wish to offend so she backs away and follows the other into the runic brain of the Fleet. The arcane symbols thrum with power and being surrounded by so many for the first time makes her central brain system ache. She does her best not to simply splork into a simple puddle of ooze, and is more than happy to leave the chamber behind for the more energetically relaxed quarters of the commander.
Arriving at their designated destination, she uses the few moments between Lou's announcement and commander's waking up to recompose herself and to try and keep an eye on Popsicle. However, the sneaky bird seems to have slipped out of her sight once again.
Perception