Issan's hair blew back as a powerful wave of air moved up and over both her and the gigantic bird she was seated on. This was incredibly different than flying on a spaceship; for one, she wasn't trapped within the confines of a tin box (though she'd never call any ship that directly to its pilot's face), and for another, she could truly feel gravity attempting to work against them. Even though the ground left her feet, she was left spellbound by the experience, and almost felt disappointed as they landed all too soon.
She slid from the bird's back, and almost before her feet hit the rooftop, the bird was gone. Issan kept her face carefully blank, though her cheeks were rosy with excitement and adrenaline. Schooling her thoughts, she focused on the task at hand. She closed her eyes, confident that her illusion workings would conceal them from any prying gazes.
Feeling outward with her Force ability, she immediately detected humanoids and other alien lifeforms scattered about the base. The guards were sparse, speaking to the low numbers the Resistance had managed to recruit; the thought put a smile on Issan's face. She wasn't the devout believer that others were in the story the First Order was peddling, but she still believed the Resistance to be making poor decisions not only for itself but for the galaxy at large.
She opened her eyes and glanced at Gemini. "We have a clear path down to the next room, but after that, they have pairs of guards in equal distances. We need to find wherever they keep prisoner filings; if what I suspect is true, our target was likely discovered and captured. The Resistance isn't the First Order, so he's likely still alive; I can lead us through the building via the Force, unless you have schematics?" It was an offhanded, teasing remark; she didn't believe Gemini was that prepared.