Red-Ruff seemed to be the one doing most of the talking, although she noticed that as he introduced himself and his colleague properly, there seemed to be the slightest delay between him speaking and her actually hearing his vaguely-electronic voice through the speakers. If she had to guess, she was hearing his words being translated into English in real-time, so did that mean that whatever they were hearing her say was being translated back, or could they understand her without assistance? She already had a thousand questions for him, but forced herself to wait for the proper time and place to bring them up.<br/><br/>At the very least, while she was technically a captive they didn't seem interesting in vivisecting her or probing her or doing anything else unpleasant. That was a relief. In fact, their bearing almost reminded her of some of her own colleagues, people who treasured knowledge and never seemed to lose their enthusiasm no matter how menial the work might have seemed to an outside observer. Biologists were a weird crowd, one she was happy to be a part of (although, when it came to sapient aliens, was that a biologist's or an anthropologist's field...?)<br/><br/>She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it definitely wasn't for the two bat-aliens to give her the Vulcan salute. Celia couldn't help it. A stifled snort became an abrupt burst of laughter, leaving her almost over in giggles as the absurdity of her situation finally began to settle in. Abducted by friendly bat-aliens who apparently derived their knowledge of humans from<i>freaking Star Trek</i>. Not a single soul back home was going to believe her.<br/><br/>Realizing that she was probably being impolite to her 'hosts', Celia managed to regain control of herself, "Sorry, sorry..." she said, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye and sitting up with a somewhat feeble attempt at decorum. "My name is Celia Ward, though you could just call me Celia. You called me 'Seeker' before, though. What does that mean?"