Shiva's eyes twitched in their shut state, undulating in sync with Rareth's words. She was dressed in the grey military exercise garments that doubled as her pajamas, intending to dress later, and she had laid the length of her body across the couch of their suite with a rather large bag of ice melting against her head. There were several seconds where Shiva simply breathed in and started to clack her vocal chords in such a way that Rareth's translator desperately tried and failed to make sense of whatever pseudo-words were coming out of her mouth. A quicker second breath heralded clearer, if more strained, words. "Morning, Rareth. Thank you for the offer, but I already have something on the way. Do not open the oven if you value your senses, and please..." Shiva raised a hand, "...do not speak so loudly."

A synthetic ding sounded and with another series of groaning clicks, Shiva rotated herself to sit up and slowly rose to her feet with the ice bag still to her head. "That 'Ashley' human, she is very friendly and helped me to get to know the city last night," Shiva said as she walked to the kitchen. "She can hold her drink though. Didn't think it was possible for such a small creature." Shiva put the ice bag back in the freezer then held onto the handle of the oven. Before opening it, Shiva turned to Rareth and pointed at her. "I've seen a Tempu officer faint by whiffing what's in here. With respect, I suggest you cover your nasal passages."

Shiva opened the oven and released what could only be described as a hearty stench. For masulu that was. For anyone else, it would smell like rotten shellfish mixed with durian and roasted sweet potato. It seemed as if it would be good if it weren't for the fact that it was horrible. Shiva pulled forth the source of the smell. There were six of them on the tray; some sort of cupcake-sized crustaceans somewhat similar to armadillos curled up in balls, but more prickly and lobster-like. They steamed, red and fresh as Shiva put the tray onto the bench opposite the oven. "Never thought I would find saezhian seacrawlers in the markets here, but they are the perfect thing to restore a masulu's wits." Shiva chuckled and retrieved some seasoning and started to flavour the cooked bottom feeders. "Don't worry, they only smell while they're freshly cooked. I am going to put them in the refrigerator for a few minutes." Once Shiva was done spicing the surface of the shelled creature, she opened the fridge and slid the tray in, praying silently that it remained closed until the seacrawlers cooled.

Shiva then washed her hands and addressed Rareth with a bit more fizz. It seemed as if just the smell had reinvigorated the medic a little. Over the past few days, Shiva had mostly avoided Rareth and the others at first, but the combination of not receiving any verbal abuse from anyone and general curiosity brought forth a little conversation. Rareth still scared the pants off Shiva in some respects, but at least despite her politeness Rareth wasn't nearly as superficial sounding than the few other Rothians that Shiva had come across. She at least felt comfortable enough to speak freely around her. "So, today is the big day. Finally get to be brought up to speed." Shiva chortled and leaned her hands against the bench, "I bet you know everything about this briefing already, though, right?"