Aeryn's not sure why she's surprised by the voice. Even if the ship is crawling with people, even if she heard the footsteps, it doesn't automatically reach this conclusion. A lot of people are too nosy for their own good, and a lot of people pass right on by, and it'd be a lie to say she's not glad of it more than half the time. She's not sure where she is between those right now.

Aeryn's gaze leaves the opposite side of the room, to find the woman's face. Natasha's face.

"Not here." But she doesn't clarify if she means this room, or this universe, or the floor.