Jin Ling's face puffs a bit at Jingyi's response to his call out. He watches as the other drops down between the corridor between the supply tents and runs to finally catch up with Jingyi.

He's a little out of breath, but otherwise looks rather fine. He still had a partially irritated expression, but he knows better than to continue to try to disagree or argue with Jingyi. They are here for a reason and a mission. He should focus. At least, he tries to tell himself that.

"What color are those boxes again? I remember their shape but not the color or special markings if they have any."

How hard can it be to find them? He at least remembers what the equalisers looked like. He remembers three tents from the one by his-- forepaw. Somehow, as used to this as Jin Ling is, he can't seem to feel a little stiff thinking about it. Jingyi is a very large dragon.