At first hearing, an onlooker would have thought Starr was muttering to herself.  Not exactly true, she was quietly humming an IG marching song.  She always hummed when in a good mood.  Despite the fruitless search, she was reasonably happy.  Prowling around corners of the ship she hadn't visited yet, marking fields of fire and potential strong points out of habit, and likely spots for tending to wounded out of deliberate attention.<br/><br/>"Engine Room."  She said softly as she tapped the doorplate.  "Might as well try here.  Damn this ship is spooky, where is everybody?"    she noticed Dracoat almost storming out of ther section, faded into the shadows to let him pass.  Who else, somebody was still here?  She took a closser look and froze for a heartbeat.  To tall and slender, oh, the Eldar, what was his, right.<br/><br/>She gave his language a try, it was a while since she had needed to use it. "Ah, Hello, Lorinare."  She came cloer to the proper pronunciation of his name than most humans, but she wasn't sure if she had used the personal or formal mode of greeting.   Her command of Eldar was pretty limited, no more than enough to assure Eldar post-battle  medical teams that she was oon the body-littered ground  for the same duty they had, nobody needs to know they saw each other, right?<br/><br/>