Rixxikor Vessel
Once again, it seemed Tsuguka's advanced personal starship-armour had been relegated to little more than environmental suit. Crawling through narrow corridors of liquids best left unidentified, she made a quick loop around the deck that she was on, just enough to measure average air temperature and composition, as well as basic head count that she could extrapolate the rest of the ship from. The shosho would arguably look down on such independent action, and Kale could almost certainly have done a better job, but both facts were relegated to the sidelines by the fact Tsuguka figured the bugs might well become hostile the minute that they did the math, and figured out that this weird metal giant amongst them must have come from somewhere...
At the very least, she figured they wouldn't open fire on her inside of their habitat without knowing where her ship actually was.
Task complete, she then rapidly headed back through the airlock, back outside; Finding Kale and Akiashiro both waiting for her. It took about twenty seconds of reading the communication logs to realize her gamble had not exactly paid off...
"Sorry for the prolonged break in communications, Shosho. I thought it was best that our investigative presence was kept to a minimum, I now realize that it is a little late for that." The voice expressed just a hint of self-disappointment, but also a reluctance to dwell on it whilst there was still work to be done. "I am sending an estimated population density report, along with the consistency and required pressure of the Rixxikor air supply. They don't appear to have any kind of unified command structure, so the ones still inside the wreck don't seem to have any idea that we are out here."
A shrug, this time on the private squad line that only Kale and Akiashiro could hear.
"My apologies, comrades. Got in a little over my head."