Rareth walked along with Shiva in the direction of their quarters, following the schematics of the vessel she had downloaded to her device. She had been on Rothian military vessels such as this one countless times, though this one was particularly new. The walls were a pristine white color, with a few changes in pattern to prevent it from seeming monotonous. The smooth, flowing architecture was familiar to her, along with the general layout of the vessel. 

As they walked, Rareth decided to bring up, in a casual tone, the conversation between her and the Communications Officer. "So, I heard the Comms Officer talking to you about that mark on your head. I assumed it was just a tattoo. What is it about? Does it tell where you are from, or something?" She asked with no particular suspicion in her voice, merely curiosity.