Nihlus looks up from his omni-tool, caught in the middle of logging the readouts from one of the Ingress' panels off to the side of the portal. He straightens as the human approaches: greeting wasn't his usual role and he was usually hidden behind enough equipment that the newcomers don't tend to notice him. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle though.

It takes a moment to realize the newcomer didn't smell particularly human.

"We're on the Moira," he says, keeping his flanged tones as gentle as possible, although there was a curious glint in his eyes. "You've just been pulled in by the ship's broken Ingress."