Group One
Ja'Rikki had much to think about. She was in Morrowind somewhere, her memories were broken, confusing and sometimes conflicting, when she could remember anything in the first place. The Khajiit stayed absorbed in her thoughts, automatically following Sinclaire and Vyktoria through the streets. She nearly bumped into Sinclaire when they stopped.
Scanning the area, Ja'Ri attempted to make sense of the area around her. When they'd arrived, a youthful Dunmeri woman stood in a green robe looking horrified that Vyktoria existed. Rikki found it difficult to blame her, though the severity of her reaction puzzled the cat. She fought to calm her buzzing mind enough to sort out something to ask that would clarify things, but before she could the situation changed. More people started arriving, the elderly human with its shirt off began to speak, people introduced themselves, started asking questions, bickering with each other.
Rikki's half-conjured questions failed her and dissipated back into the ether as she struggled to keep up.
Before long, Rikki knew she'd have to say something, but in the meantime she opted for brushing mud off her leathers and wringing out her tail. She really wanted to get a bath and get dry again, but had no idea where to go for that. She brushed Sinclaire's wrist and whispered into his ear.
"What's.." she was going to ask what was going on, but she realized she'd mostly pieced it together, "Do you know where I could get a bath after this? I.. I feel horrid."