She hasn't yet realised just how familiar Palamedes is with this ship. Captives aren't generally allowed to wander, after all, and it doesn't occur to her that he might have been there so long. The result is that she's far more cautious than he is. Careful steps, boots landing lightly on the metal flooring, and that gun of hers not only drawn but raised, as if she might need to defend him at a moment's notice.

It doesn't take long for her to see that he knows exactly where he's going, but she doesn't pass comment on it. Clear route or not, this sort of thing takes focus.

In the storage room, she follows him to the far corner, but stays standing, eyes on the door. Tayrey is vigilant, and more than a little tense.

'Yes. Yes, please explain. I promise not to interrupt,' she says quietly.