The next entrant was barely audible over the ambient noise of the ship, poking her head inside with all the bravery and decisiveness that one would expect from a mouse. "Is, um, i-is this the right place?"<br/><br/>Her particular specialization was unmistakeable - the brand of Imperial sanction above her right eye, and the signature headgear that kept psychic powers in check. The snow white hair might have been a giveaway as well - witches had that sometimes.<br/><br/>"If it's not the right place I'll just go," Ellie Volkovna said, preparing to beat a hasty retreat from the overwhelming force of one and a half people.