Lorinare was checking his gear carefully. Wraithbone was beautiful material but needed maintaining, and his rifle might protect his life but he needed to care for it through the rites, or he would become as useless as it would without an eldar to care for it. He was unfamiliar with the tech of these humans, but he was not one to judge them for it, their weapons could cause damageg on the enemies that the Imperium of Man and the Eldar shared. Indeed, of all the races in the galaxy, Lorinare considered humans perhaps the closest thing to a possibly Ally there was for the Eldar. Of course, the human short-sighted actions often made them better tool through manipulation and deception than through negotiations.<br/><br/>He was no<em>catumen</em>(ambassador) and he was definitely not someone that was used to dealing with the humans for prolonged periods. He was a scout, a sniper, and now he was simply stuck with these humans. Sitting at his spot in the hallways, Lorinare listened to the humans near him, not paying them much more attention than they did to him. He had heard something odd was going on, and he had considered investigating it. He did not understand their tech too well, it was quite different, and he knew well it did not deal with wraithbone. Yet he was curious, and lifting the rifle on his back again he headed on.<br/><br/>His mask hid his face entirely, along with the breathing apparatus against his face shielding him from the humans ship's scents. He was reluctant to remove the mask unless he was in privacy due to the fact he never knew when he might need it too to move unseen. Aboard the ship he had not attempted to hide unelss he really needed some privacy though. He prefered to be found easily here, so that the humans would not become curious and really look for him sometime when he didn't want them to spot him.<br/><br/>"So what has stirred this gathering to such a buzz?" He muttered, trying to grasp a crewman in the hallway to shove against a wall to repeat the question if ignored at first.