Oh! That was the name of the<i>ship</i>, then. She had misheard, but to be honest, just being able to speak at all with another sapient species was amazing on it's own. So, they were the 'Alatum', then? When Phil directed her attention to the little watchlike device, she looked over curiously, spying it sitting on the other bed. "Oh, alright..." After being knocked out before, she was a bit wary of any other device they wanted to put on her, but she doubted she would get anywhere unless she cooperated, at least for the time being. Rising off the bed, she walked over to the other cot and picked up the odd-looking device, then clipped it around her wrist. It reminded her slightly of the pulse oximeter one might have seen in a doctor's office, just designed to rest upon the wrist rather than be placed onto a finger. Behind her, she heard the doors slide open, and she turned around just in time to see the red-furred Alatum, Phil, step through.<br/><br/>"Wow." Well, she had been able to see before that they were taller than the average human, but she hadn't quite realized<i>how </i>tall until one was standing right in front of her, with no protective barrier of glass. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, her arms habitually moved as if to cover her bare chest, even though she knew it was pointless. Embarrassment was quickly being overcome by curiosity, however, as her eyes roamed over him. Maybe she was the research subject here, but she was still a scientist at heart.<br/><br/>"Um, do you mind if I..." Her hands had moved towards one of his own, and if he permitted it, she'd take hold of it gently, then turn it over so that his palm faced upwards. Her thumb traveled down the length of his fingers, idly comparing them with her own. "Same number of phalanges," she murmured, more to herself than him.  "Wonder if that's just convergent, or..." The questing fingers traveled up to his palm, feeling the bones within it. "Doesn't seem like there's any kind of wing-webbing or other vestigial parts. Longer metacarpals though, kind of...more slender overall." Her eyes went to the wings folded against his back. On an Earth bat or bird, the wing surface was quite large in proportion to the actual body mass, but with his tucked in, it was hard to really compare. "Could you, uh, stretch your wing out for a moment?" Though he looked much more like a megabat than the microbats she had been working with just hours prior, she was still almost afraid to touch the leathery membranes as they extended, afraid that they might be delicate. "Amazing. Is your species still flight-capable, or are these more for gliding?"<br/><br/>It seemed that Celia had forgotten<i>she </i>was supposed to be the one being examined.