Rather than calming down, Siren was on the verge of hyperventilating. She wasn't much of a "people" person, but the deadly silence made her feel claustrophobic, even on such a massive ship. The absence of voices or any sign of life made her shudder as she ran around the room, checking and double-checking the pods. She was terrified of leaving the room, scared of what she would find--or not find--beyone the walls of her stasis room.<br/><br/>But before the panic reached full boil, the familiar voice of FeL cut in. She latched onto the AI's words with a sense of desperate, relieved hope, which was quickly squashed as FeL announced her mission. Such as it were.<br/><br/>"Are your sensors rusting, FeL?" Her sharp voice lashed out as she pointed to herself. "I'm a med tech, not an enforcer. Why don't you...."<br/><br/>Her voice trailed off as she recalled the other pods and the lives lost. Maybe FeL HAD tried, without success.<br/><br/>Siren swallowed back a lump of fear and straightened her spine. She saluted the empty room, fisted left hand beating her right shoulder twice in rapid succession. "Aye, Sir." Striding out of the room, Siren walked the hallways, ignoring for now the signs of disuse and disrepair. The "peaceful security team" of one followed the AI's prompts as she moved closer to the alien, trying to stem the rising tide of fear with little success.