[color=f49ac2][h3]K'eve[/h3][/color] [sup]Location: Living Quarters[/sup][hr]
Truth be told, K'eve was among one of the first to arrive within the cargo compartment. While others scuttled about and made their way into the area, she watched them all as she sat on the ground with unblinking reptilian eyes. A few glanced nervously in her direction but none tried to interact. A digital overlay-- visible only to K'eve's eyes-- focused on individuals here and there, specifically on their belongings. Several interesting blades and pistols, ammunition components, odd bits of metal, caught K'eve's more inventive focused attention. 

To put it simply: They needed to hand all that stuff over immediately.

For the duration of the Captain's "greeting," K'eve didn't move or make a sound. At the words, "Volunteers. One hour. Lounge," she grunted in acknowledgement. Slowly, K'eve stood, catching the attention of more than a few beings surrounding her-- several of which had to stare up at her. Teeth bared, K'eve began striding forward through the crowd, without concern for whoever she bumped into. 

This, of course, solicited more than a few hostile remarks, curses, hisses, yelps, and even a slap on the shoulder from something that broke upon impact. What K'eve most needed right now was to figure out when the others would be surrendering their weapons and armor for improvement, what the status of the weaponry was, and why this ship was so insanely cold. 

The sunlessness of certain planets or ships was not unfamiliar to K'eve but, that didn't make it any less extremely unpleasant. Fact was, K'eve had already selected prime candidates for body-heat exchange later, and she was certain that they absolutely would not mind. If she was cold, everyone else was cold as well, right? 

Of course she was right.

As it just so happened, her strides were so large that when K'eve made her way toward the Lounge, she ended up closely on [i]someone's[/i] heels. K'eve breathed heavily upon their back, not bothering to push past them, and slowed her pace to match theirs. If they were going to the same place, why would she move them out of the way?