To each August and the other quiet Rothian, Srath, Shiva raised her hand. "Good morning," she wished them both in a tone upbeat enough to completely defy the hungover state she was in a few hours ago. For the times that August and Shiva crossed paths, he seemed to be a reasonable individual, if always tripping over himself. It was only recently that Shiva found out that he was something of a celebrated mercenary, a term she believed was an oxymoron until she saw the magazine covers. More than anything it was confusing, but she played it off as a cultural difference. Srath, on the other hand, seemed to either not be there or was completely withdrawn. Not in a bad way though, he didn't seem particularly unhappy or suspicious by the looks, not that Shiva was any good at reading Rothians. Srath was just distant. It came as a surprise that he would be wishing them good morning at all.

When Shuo emerged, Shiva froze like a deer in headlights. He was in his dress uniform, which meant that Shiva was probably meant to be in hers. Shiva felt a familiar sensation of her ears closing in preparation for being chewed out, but then there was nothing. Short of a passing comment, Shuo didn't look like he cared at all. That was a relief. A very unfamiliar relief, but a relief all the same.

"So...how are everyone in the other suites this morning?" Shiva asked.