Erix managed to keep his eyebrow from raising on seeing the somewhat short Sergal sergeant.  He was actually taller than this one.  This was either a show of faith, how insignificant he was to them, or she was just the most convenient officer.  To get the commanding role, she must have been either smart, or from a noble house.  A lack of eye rolls meant the prior, or Erix was ignorant to the Sergal equivalent.  Maybe some motion of the tail or ears?  He’d have to learn to read these people better if was going to spend any stretch of time here.<br/><br/>Erix was brought out of his contemplation by the sergeant. He was pleasantly surprised by the Mag Locker.  Seemed the Sergal had their own solution to mechanical limbs, and it was far nicer.  It was much less disorienting than the electric slug, seeming to overpower his arm rather than steal its power.  Wiggling his fingers slightly, he found his right arm was unaffected.  If they didn’t disable that, they must have missed the hidden compartment.  Could be useful if things went south, though it didn’t raise his odds much in any kind of fight.<br/><br/>Again coming back to the moment with a push from the sergeant, Erix walked onto the lift, noticing the slight tingle in his arms as it powered up. Must be a mag lift.  Between the rail guns, mag lock, and now mag lift, the Confederacy seemed to really like electromagnets.  Good to know, that meant his sabotage viruses would be useless, they were designed with plasma infrastructure in mind.  If he had to fight, manual overrides would be required.  Talking his way through was looking more and more appealing.<br/><br/>As he arrived at what was most likely the Brig, he looked about for the pirates.  If he was placed near them, that meant fellow prisoner.  If he was placed away, it meant questionable person of interest.  At least, that’s how humans would do it.  God, not knowing how to read these people was getting really damn annoying.