Kijani heard voices coming from the corridors, and knew then, rather than suspected, that something had gone quite strange. There were no guards. Not only that, there were no bodies of dead guards. She could have made more sense of dead guards, but... to have no trace of them was something else altogether. She shut her eyes, mentally going over a blueprint of a standard prisoner transport ship that she'd memorized years back. When she'd learned it, she'd been nowhere near capture, but she wasn't anything if she wasn't overcautious. She had a backup plan for a lot of situations, and if she didn't have one set, she could make one very quickly.

Currently, she let herself calmly head toward where the officer's bridge was. Voices bounced off the walls, to her ears, and she flexed her back and shoulders, prepping herself for battle. Her legs were warm enough, though she would hate to sully her favorite suit with battle. Oh well. She could obtain another. She moved enough to where she had a clear sense of who may be ahead. Two. Male. M..Mar...marius? And Jacen.. or something. The echoes were distorting the fine detail, though she was pretty sure she heard the word 'suffocate' or something of the like. That would mean that the two up ahead were certainly not officers.

She straightened her clothing again, checked her hair, and pressed her lips together until the blood flow gave them a natural tint. She steadied herself with a quick, fierce smile at her reflection before she walked further. Her whole body suggested a confidence that said she belonged there more than anyone in a uniform. "Greetings, gentlemen." Her rich alto rung around the area as she took a seemingly relaxed stance. "What's the situation?"