The kids are quiet still, but they seem to come to a decision.

A fourth that Samus may not have noticed juuuuust crosses her field of vision, bolting off into the trees. She's fast.

"Authorization?"

A voice.

One of them's coming out.



He's a serious-looking kid with dark hair. He's very wary, but clearly not carrying a real firearm while Samus is decked out in an unfamiliar suit of powered armor.

Kid's got guts.

The other two are waiting in the wings, coiled like springs.