Cricket did not know how to react to the war. She supposed she should have felt sorrow for all the lives lost, but in the end all she could muster was the mask of mourning. It was not that she did not like the other members in her tribe who were now gone, she was just never really close to them. They were a means to an end, security for the most part, and if they were honest with themselves, Cricket probably mattered little more to them as well. That's just the way things were.

As for those outside of the tribe, she really could have cared less, as long as they did not come bother her. She was slightly suspicious of this new Jax character, but that was not saying too much as she kept a healthy level of suspicion about nearly everyone. So far he had not done anything to threaten her livelihood directly, so she was content with the Mountain Lions being gone for the time being.

On this particular spring day, Cricket had felt at bit girlie and flirty and had dressed in one of her brighter sarees made of a soft light fabric. This was no day to be cooped up inside, and since no one had bugged her about making lunch yet, she decided to go out for a stroll along the river. Singing snippets of songs she knew, she picked wild flowers as she went and wove them into her long, dark chocolate hair.

Her singing stopped when she spotted Pan lying by the river, and she made a juvenile attempt to sneak up on him. Standing just a few feet above his head, Cricket bent over so she hovered above him. "Ello you!" she greeted, her Indian/British accent a bit washed out with all the Americans she conversed with. She grinned widely as her hair fell over her shoulders to tickle Pan's face. "What are you doing down there?" She cocked her head to the side to fix him with a quizzical look, her brown eyes still dazzling with excitement.