Aeris watched through the view port as those she hailed answered. She saw the surprised face of the officer who hadn't managed to get a full word out before she spoke up, and the looks of those around him as they heard her words. She guess that was probably not what they were expecting when she hailed them. She tilted her head ever so slightly as she observed them, waiting for a response.<br/><br/>Within moments a man who couldn't be much older than she was approached, placing his hands on the console in front of him before speaking. The slightest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips at the response. "Oh? Is that so?" She asked, pausing for effect rather than to consider her next words. "That sounds an awful lot like being lost to me. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt," she replied, somewhat amused.<br/><br/>She was well aware of the fact that there were tractor beams on her ship, but she chose to ignore them as she spoke. She had no intention of running, which should have been blatantly obvious based on her actions so far, so it was a hopelessly pointless gesture on their part, but who was she to question it? "Hmmm? Are you offering to give me a personal tour?" she asked with a somewhat coy tone, the look on her face somewhere between playful and mischievous. "Well, in that case, it's a date," she gave a playful wink, leaning lightly against the wall of the cockpit, seeming to be enjoying herself far too much.<br/><br/>She could sense the presence of a number of Force sensitive individuals on the ship, the young man she was currently conversing with being the strongest. For her own part, she had suppressed her Force presence to an extent as soon as they had appeared. She did not mask it or suppress it completely, she merely suppressed it enough to make herself seem moderately weaker, somewhere along the same level as an average Force user, no one incredibly strong or powerful. This allowed her to avoid raising their suspicions by appearing too weak or too strong and allowed her to use her abilities to some degree without it interfering with her ruse. She had no intention of allowing them to see her full strength unless it was necessary. After all, she was about to walk--or fly, as it were--into a ship full of people who could, for all she knew, be her enemies, so she would be a fool if she revealed her hand now.<br/><br/>She didn't miss the the other vessels heading her way, noting that they, too, were unfamiliar ships. She was rather curious as to who these people were, where they had come from, and what their purpose was. She got the feeling that they didn't have too much better of an understanding of why they were here than she did, but they likely had some guess as to how they had ended up here. There was some damage to the vessel, not enough to damage to integrity of the vessel, obviously, but perhaps enough to alter some of the ship's functionality. The question was, how had it been damaged? By who? And was that tied to how they had ended up here? She had many questions, but she had no intention of asking any of them for now. She didn't make a habit of asking unnecessary questions, especially when those questions would give away what she was truly thinking.<br/><br/>As the vessels approached, she allowed them to escort her ship back into their large vessel without any resistance. Once inside, she turned the ship off, opened the bay doors, and exited the ship. She didn't hold her hands in the air or anything so silly, but she ensured her movements and body language was as nonthreatening as possible. She was greeted initially but some individuals who were far less interesting to her than the one she had spoke to before, who she gathered was their commander, or whatever title they used for such an individual. She had a somewhat bored, passive expression on her face as they spoke to her and she mostly ignored them, casually glancing around the hanger and taking in the surroundings.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah, that's great and all, but I was told there was a pub, and I was promised a tour," she cut off the woman who spoke, waving her hand dismissively at whatever formal BS had just come out of her mouth. She had let the woman go on for a little while in case she had anything interesting to offer, but it had quickly become clear that she did not. She felt a flare of annoyance from the woman but ignored it. "So, where's the cute guy in charge?" she asked, despite the fact that she could feel his presence in the Force. She was already bored of what she was certain would be rather monotonous speech by the other woman. She was quite certain that it was going to be a drag to listen to whatever it was that she was about to be told.<br/><br/>She wasn't exactly trying to be rude, but then again, neither was she trying not to be. She was playing a part, at least to an extent. It wasn't as if her words or actions were a lie, they weren't, they simply didn't tell the whole truth. Then again, perhaps that was how most people were in general. Who really always told the whole truth, in words or actions? At any rate, she was curious about many things and eager to speak to someone who could actually provide her with some answers. Although, really, she just wanted to talk with someone more interesting, someone who could provide more stimulating conversation.