Yelgir cautiously made his way back along the corridors, then the sound of running footsteps made him stop. The footfalls were uneven, and too light to be one of the Grut. Distracted by the sound, he was suddenly hit in the back by something large, fast, and somewhat cushioned. The force made him topple completely over, but he rolled to a crouch and faced the cause. A brown-haired human female in civilian clothing got to her feet, swaying dizzily. Her expression was dazed; eyes confused and unfocused, probably drugged. Each wrist was ringed in a containment cuff, the power for which was shorted out, and her clothing was stained and tattered. The exposed skin showed signs of beating, and a fresh lump from her fall was already forming on her head.
Yelgir was sure that his "attacker" posed no threat, but still kept his rifle ready. "Don't worry, I'm with the Haven Alliance. Please tell me your name and how you got here, and I'll make sure you get home."