After what seemed to be an hour, Ken finally made his way towards Sedna, whom had several books under her arm, helping with the look of blending into the area. Ken glanced about the area catiously,at the end of the aisle they stood in was the corner of a large, elgant stained glass window, a collage of colors added elegancy to the facility. Taking note of the window, Ken leaned over and spoke lowly "Are you ready? When do we make our move?" he questioned. Unable to see Sedna's expression, he squinted. The yellow glow of the glow orb at the front of the aisle gave off little light towards the back. This had been something that was a tedious pattern throught out the large building.
Tikolov's voice was barley audible, but the only time he spoke was when a new person had entered. Ken hadn't seen anyone new enter, and he preffered it that way. Sedna probably would want the same. Less causalties in that sense, but something about Sedna seemed that she woldn't