"Right, pleased to meet you then," Shiva responded, extending one hand to greet the Rothian, and carefully reaching for the door controls with the other. The door slid shut, leaving them separated from the air flowing from the rapidly cooling suite. "Technically my name is Shkitliktuit, but no one outside of my hometown can remember that, let alone pronounce it, so I saw the name Shiva in a human book and thought that would work. Rareth'Jharn isn't that hard though. But, uh, anyway, I'm from the MedCorps, 1st eschelon." Shiva rubbed at her shoulder and looked around the room, "I can't remember what the Rahn'Masser is, my Rothian knowledge is a little rusty beyond physiology. Sounds important though."

It occurred to Shiva then that if this Rothian knew her nickname of all things, then it was likely that she already knew her rank and file. [i]Oh well, serves me right for not thinking first,[/i] she thought. Perhaps Shiva just let her mouth run because she wasn't used to talking to Rothians in any capacity.

It was moments later that Shiva was virtually ambushed. Three other humans, different from that Coin woman, came and joined in the conversation. "Yyyes, that is right. You can call me Shiva." Shiva responded, staring curiously at the black haired woman, wondering why exactly he held just enough masculine features to make her sex difficult to read from a glance. Shiva thought she had it down to an art with all the assembly races, especially humans. This one, however... nope, no idea. "Who might you three be?"