"I don't believe that's a place people are supposed to be." Even if he wouldn't have fit neatly into the vent, the tiny woman in dyed leather clothing might have. She's less than four feet tall, and has sharply pointed ears and dark eyes that sit neatly between brown and violet in color, not completely unlike the deepest purpleheart wood.

She doesn't quite make a proper approach; a human in armor still reads to her as an inherent threat, and she's unarmed. But the ships should be safe, she knows that much.