Her head moves downward when she notices activity on a screen just down the hall. She floats forward, the 'frills' of her sleeves moving far too organically to be mechanical. Truth be told, the asymmetry of his face was familiar. Perhaps this was something that humans would consider a comforting reminder of home. Though her own face reveals none of her thoughts.

There's a melodic hum in response to the first part, the comment about morale. Her assignment had nothing to do with that either but her actual job of counterintelligence officer has had very little impact... Not that she believes she'll be particularly useful as a morale officer either.

"Correct; according to the clocks kept aboard the Moira I have been aboard this vessel for '5 months'. Whatever information I may be able to provide about this ship during it's previous months might no longer apply. We are already operating under different circumstances."