Rixxikor Vessel
Tsuguka seemed to stand silently for a long time, blank faced, simply gauging the situation, one hand on Taharial's shoulder to curb the feeling of isolation. Military policing wasn't exactly her favorite area during training, but this kind of sight was really too pathetic and desperate to consider an enemy.
"A human?..." Her voice parroted, curious. Primarily, she needed to tell the shosho about this. On top of that, like a flash in the dark, she remembered what she had said to her team members before going in; If we aren't back in five minutes, well... You know what to do, Akiashiro-Hei...
"Miss Taharial, can you go back outside and tell Akiashiro-Hei to stand by, please? She'll know what you mean." A cool and calm voice, like any other person might attribute to a friendly phone call. Even if some of the creatures became hostile, the red lynx had lost faith in such a bold and clean-cut plan the minute civilians became involved... Well, maybe they weren't quite humanoids, but they certainly looked like civilians to her. "Also, please give the Shosho a situation report, then return here with their status... I need to do a little more investigation here."
Another period of silence. It was that weird kind of personal interaction where Tsuguka actually felt like her usual imperial, overbearing sort of demeanor, was really the correct form of visage to be giving off for once.
"What were you doing before you crashed?" She placed the question out there, tactically. If the red neko simply told them everything they wanted to hear, they could tell her any old junk just trying to appease her in return. As long as it was functional, she wasn't willing to give up the concept that she wasn't an exterminator just yet. "Where were you going? Any cargo?"