Shiva snapped her large fingers in frustration and emitted a sound that roughly translated to [i]"Shit!"[/i] She let out an exasperated breath and responded, "I thought knew how to tell the sex of any human just by looking at them. It makes it really easy with all your gender-specific honourifics, you know? I guess it's my turn to apologise." She reverted her expression back to a more casual one. "Heh, sorry."

Before Shiva could explain her skills, the Rothian, Rareth'Jharn, who seemed to be quite popular all of a sudden, beckoned them all into the last remaining suite. Shiva decided to explain while they all filed in. "As for me, I'm not a [i]great[/i] shot, but apparently enough people think I'm the best medic in the Sovereignty that they shipped me this far out, so I must be doing something right." She looked down at her palm, "It also helps that I was born with a knack for stitching people back together with neutrium."

Shiva found another seat and, despite her bulk as a masulu, held her legs together and her hand on her lap, allowing as much space as possible for other people. She was glad to hear that the Rothian's definition of a reasonable temperature was not one necessarily comfortable for her, else Shiva might have needed to grab an ice pack from the fridge. "Well, if we are going to sort out who is going to be in each others rooms, I'll point out that each bedroom has its own thermostat, so I would be fine with keeping the rest of the suite livable for anyone else."