Welcome to Gaia! ::

Somehow, somewhere in the ship, Drolic, Eaayta and Reghen had found a room with a working intercom. Drolic promptly directed Reghen to begin calling names in the hope that some of their guests remained in the party chamber and would actually respond. Eaayta made her way back to the top of the stairs, once the location of the interrogation chamber had been established, intending to lead willing participants to the correct room.

Every so often, if there were no volunteers to be had, Drolic would pace the halls looking for someone to question. He had no problem dragging the unwilling in for a bit of Q&A.

No matter how one got here, once they did Drolic took a seat behind a high metal table and turned reptilian eyes on the person or people in front of him. They might have been standing or sitting or pacing themselves, but the green alien was outwardly calm.

Reghen began the session with a, "Welcome, thanks for coming," which was likely either politely appropriate or condescending and slightly amusing.

Drolic muttered something in his guttural hissing language.

"We just need to ask you a few questions," Reghen translated. "Then you will be free to go back to whatever it is you were doing." Reghen silently wondered if he was going to be ordered to clean up the ship when all of this was over. "Have you been in contact with a girl? Blonde, can change her shape? Or perhaps an older woman who goes by the name of Citopixe?" He knew what he was supposed to say by now, although he was beginning to wonder if this Citopixe even existed. It was clear that the girl Drolic had locked up - or rather, the girl he used to have locked up - wasn't her.

The tall green alien leaned forward in his seat, eager to hear Fiosdae's reply.