Cargohold
Kata'nova had found herself in the cargohold, the place she'd mainly found as a place of peace during her time aboard the ship. She was leaning up against one of the many crates that were in the bay, her arms folded over her chest and her helmet on her head, albiet her eyes were closed; one might think she was asleep, except that wasn't the case. She was listening in on the comm. traffic that was now permeating the airwaves, listening in on ship captains as they chatted amongst themselve about an alien ship that was in orbit, others pondering 'who' it was and why they were here, others more simply thought that the ship might've been of a new Neshaten design. Although hidden amongst the chatter she could also hear several military vessels communicating with one another - including an Or'ion ship. Makes sense, wonder how long they've been here... she pondered to herself, thinking about how Or'ion's presence could be a blessing or a curse, depending on how they acted. Hope whomever is in charge has a tight leash on them...
With a heavy sigh she opened one eye to look at the ships landing coordinates, coordinates that had been sent straight to the bridge and had been translated into their metrics system so they could more easily understand them. She pondered how many would be coming to meet her people, of course, she wondered whom amongst her own would be there to meet 'them'.