Siren followed FeL's directions as she moved as stealthily as she knew how. It wasn't much. Her footsteps sounded loud to her ears in the deserted hallway, and she wondered wildly if the AI was playing a joke on her.<br/><br/>Did AIs have a sense of humor?<br/><br/>She had never thought to ask, secure in the knowledge that an entire crew of people would be on hand to deal with flying the ship, policing the ship, programming the ship. Basically everything that wasn't her specialization.<br/><br/>Despite trying to ignore the disuse around her, it was hard to miss. Chambers lay open, showing signs of disrepair and a hurried depature. In some rooms, clothes were tossed on the floor. In other rooms, drawers were gaping open, items thrown around in someone's hurry to pack.<br/><br/>The questions grew in Siren's mind. How long had they been in stasis? Why had the stasis state failed in her chamber? Had it failed in other rooms? Why was the ship in disrepair? Who or what had left in such a rush? And who or what was this alien she was confronting?<br/><br/>The word "confronting" jarred something loose in her mind, and Siren gasped as she realized she was walking toward an unknown entity with no weapon in hand. "Idiot!" she muttered out loud.<br/><br/>She paused in one room, noting in one quick glance that no weapons had been left. The best she could come up with was a wooden bat, from the Terran pastime baseball. She gave an experimental swing and almost overbalanced with her awkward hold on the bat.<br/><br/>Grimacing in distaste, Siren moved as directed toward the main launch bay, wondering what she would find.