Joss' eyes swiveled up to Rinka. She sighed and lowered her weapon. She turned her attention to Zancrow.

"Whada y'all lookin fer anyways? Whatever it is, us new arrivals could probably look fer it better. We ain't sick after all."

Joss opened her hand, and her flying robot reached into a compartment in its self and handed her a pair of googles. She slapped them on and hit a switch. In an instant she could see the heat signatures.

Zancrow's black flames appeared like such bright light that she had to squint a little to take it.