By now, Irian has... mostly put herself back together. Her hair is back in its ponytail, as best she could get it without a mirror; she's gotten the worst of the dust off her uniform; and the shallow gash on her neck has stopped bleeding, though there's nothing she can do about the blood drying uncomfortable and sticky on her skin. She has, needless to say, been in worse situations than this.

She's quiet for a bit while the others talk, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Mostly, she's evaluating the four people trapped here with her. Shotaro she met when she first arrived on board Enterprise, and Dylan she has only just gotten to know, but the other two are a mystery to her.

Irian is not a hero, although there are some who would argue otherwise. She's not given to putting herself in danger to protect others, not unless she must. But this... all their lives are at stake. It would be foolish, even dishonorable, not to try to help.

Normally, she would be in command in a situation like this; it feels awkward and strange, not to be the one giving orders. On the other hand, her rank is meaningless here. None of these people care what command she holds in her own world. It's best to treat all these people as her equals, unless they prove otherwise — that route is the least damaging to her honor.

"My people are much stronger than most humans," she says finally, matter-of-factly. "I shall do what I can."