<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/v7zAQWd.png)</div>Andretta smiled with relief, following the dark elf maiden to the supply closet, taking a quick moment to don enough of her garments to grant her a baseline level of decency, but not yet donning her boots or gloves, instead carrying them in her arms, preferring to move quickly to a someplace safer sooner rather than taking her time dressing and risking putting them all in danger should the canines awaken.<br/><br/>As she emerged from the supply closet, she overheard Ming-Fu, peeking in to see her trying to communicate with the aliens they captives had bested earlier. Not easily able to understand Ming-Fu's intent without a common language, she turned to Eidolana and Zelthos. [Elven] "Do either of you understand her? I can try to speak to them on your behalf if you'd like. I'm a linguist – and there was a very old, little studied language on my world that they at least seemed to recognize, though the ones I encountered didn't seem very inclined to talk. If these are less aggressive..."