[They had managed to find the engine room, or what they at least assumed to be the engine room. After all, they were "engineers", and a few other crew members wearing the same red shirts had gone this way. Sejeln and Taire followed one of them, a man with an accent even stranger than the Raumurans', until they had an opportunity to duck into a small storage area.

Sejeln crouched on  the floor, Taire beside him. he was a little less angry now that they were safely on the ship, but they had no plan beyond the immediate don't get caught thing.] 

Taire. How long have we been in here?

He wasn't one-hundred percent sure he knew what he was doing. But every plan has to start somewhere, and so Sejeln and Taire were approaching the officer in blue who was standing alone in the snow, glancing around. Squaring his shoulders, Sejeln blinked up at him, raising his hand in greeting. His English wasn't perfect, he knew that, but it would do. It had to do.

"Pardon," he said, the words sounding strange and foreign to him. His thick accent wasn't helping either, and the words felt heavy in his mouths. "You... you is officer of Starship, no?" He swivled his head around to glance at Taire, almost asking if his greeting was correct, but not quite, because no, why would he need help from Taire? 

"We," he continued, motioning to himself and Taire, "Have question to ask of you."