[center][b]Cindra Dubrovnik[/b][/center]
Cinder salutes cheerily at the admiral upon being given her assignment.
"Yessir.  Always did want to meet a count.  Should I bring some garlic, I wonder?"
She grins, looking absently towards the ceiling.
[color=darkred][i]Cinder, you've got stronger telepathy than I do. Sense anything on the ship we're going to? How many minds? [/i][/color]
Cinder glances sideways at her team leader, nodding infinitesimally in acknowledgement before blanking her expression and mind.  She extends her consciousness outwards, feeling a multitude of human minds bumping up against hers.  She pushes out further until she feels nothing but the void of space, then pushes further.  Still feeling nothing, her brow slightly furrows in concentration and frustration as she shoves out to the furthest reaches of her ability.  She touches a couple of minds, all seemingly human, but finds herself unable to reach any further, much to her chagrin.
All this takes place in the space of a few seconds, and she turns to Crimson with a just the barest hint of a grimace to her smile.
[color=cornflowerblue][i]Sorry, Crimson.  All I can tell you is they're human.  Or, at the very least, a few of them are something like human.  I can't reach far enough to tell how many there are.  We're heading in blind.[/i][/color]
Her eyes lower and slide off to the side as her smile fades a bit.
[color=slategray][i]Fekking hell.[/i][/color]
She adds, a bit more weakly.