Millien continued scouring the hallways of the vessel, one of her precious sunrods illuminating her path. She thought it odd, as she walked along the curved wall of the ship, climbing up into a doorway to advance further, that there was no sign of the crew. The entire situation was nervous enough that she was definitely reconsidering simply opening a hole in the hull beneath her feet and making a quick exit, though that would run the risk of being stranded in the middle of the ocean, the psychic having not yet determined the location of the ship.<br/><br/>And then... did her eyes deceive her in the muggy light ahead? The clothing, the hair, it certainly looked as though the feminine figure laying upon the ground was that of her twin, but whose was the form above her? Millien hadn't gotten to know any of the other passengers in the hours she had been aboard the ship, preferring to spend time in the company of her Thrall so it was unknown if this figure meant Ballé harm or if it was attempting to aid her.<br/><br/>Creeping along slowly, she sent a mental command to her shiftweave clothing, the material of her sweater and skirt changing, spreading over her body and down her forerly bare legs as though she were being covered in oil, and taking on a metallic sheen until it looked as though she was wearing a set of body-hugging armour with her white, hooded coat lying atop its sutface, though should anyone attempt to pierce it they would find it as easily pierced as aluminium foil, with an interior soft as silk. More for show than actual protection.<br/><br/>"Ahoy," she announced to the stranger, allowing them to become aware of her presence without seeming to creep up upon them, readying her shield should the unfamiliar face be hostile, but leaving her sword where it was so that she herself did not come off<em>too</em>hotile herself should the stranger be benign, "Mind if'n I ask what your intentions might be with my sister there?"