<span style="font-style: italic">"Well it might help to have someone on board who actually knows what they're doing. If there's an instruction manual in there somewhere I may be able to figure something out, but I don't know much about ships as it stands."</span><br/><br/>Garridan chuckled lightly at his response. "Yeah, I assumed as much. Seems like there's a lot of young faces here.." he said, frowning as much as his Graecian heritage would allow.<span style="font-style: italic">They even take kids..</span>He was about to continue speaking, but the sound of soft footsteps drew his attention over to the small girl who had just approached. He glanced over her features as she cleared her throat and began writing in the dirt. She had some very unusual features, but it was obvious enough that she was part Elisian, at least, given the tail, ears, and fur. Garridan's eyebrow arched as she wrote; why would there be any need to write here?<br/><br/>He was still considering this, as well as what her other half could be, by the time she finished. The former question was quickly answered, as a forked tongue flicked out from her mouth for a moment before receding. She must be part monster, then, as her non-Elisian features didn't seem to match any species he had ever seen, and he knew monsters to be the most varied in appearance. Satisfied with that answer, he leaned forward to look at the spot she had written on.<span style="font-style: italic">Lya Lyndel</span>was written there.<br/><br/>"Ah," he said after a moment, nodding his head in understanding. "Well then, it's very nice to meet you, Lya," he added, giving her a kind smile. "I'm assuming you're unable to speak, then? Or perhaps just very shy?" Either answer seemed fitting, given the nervousness present in her demeanor.