The aliens that had attacked the Andromeda were a focused, disciplined fighting force. They had employed the ability to tesseract through space with exacting precision, using it to leap into combat. They had never once spoken, and they had certainly never displayed the ability to change their appearance. It was entirely possible that their women (assuming they even had such a dichotomy) looked and behaved differently. But Tyr dismisses the notion.

Raising a finger to his lips in what he hopes is the universal sign to be quiet, he speaks calmly enough.

"I'm looking for a woman. Tall, blonde," and his eye drift up to her hair briefly, knowing this isn't a very specific description, "short hair. Her name is Beka Valentine. Have you seen her?"