The small shack was definitely a little cramped with six people inside. Hunk, Pidge and Lance, as well as Shiro and Keith himself. The group stood in front of the large cork board he had set up, star charts, photographs of the landscape and strange carvings from a cave decorating the board. Keith’s brows furrowed. He was never good with people, aside from Shiro. And, well- you. The tall teen crossed his arms under his chest, that typical resting scowl upon his face.