Ignoring the fleeing mutant, Aede casually moved among her flock, straight and perfectly formed among the stooped mutants. She reached out, her hands brushing theirs, ruffling hair, giving reassuring pats, and otherwise helping to build a bond of adoration. She showed zero disgust at the twisted forms that surrounded her, instead put on a kind mien and made no effort to avoid the most severe mutants among them, Hopefully winning them over with what one might call 'simple humanity'. "Can any of you speak Low Gothic?" she asked softly.<br/><br/>She allowed herself a moment of smug satisfaction, even the long slumber had done little to dull her skills, then let the emotion slide, and turned her attention to her compatriots, arching a eyebrow "Allies, who know this ship. Much more useful than target practice, no?"