She turned her breathing apparatus around in her hand, having trekked into one of the observatories when jolted out of sleep. The compulsion that had come with waking was as unsettling in its own ways as the fragmented memories she retained of the pleading, begging chaos of whatever dreams had plagued her. Whatever was trying to reach out was doing a poor job of communication.

Then again, what does it say about me that I assume something is trying to reach out? She kept the question private, still learning how to navigate between projected telepathy and her own thought processes. She looked up and outside, watching the strange press of sea life in its bioluminescence dart past. Twinkling stars in the wrong kind of atmosphere.

"Do you ever get the slightest bit curious what it looks like on the surface?" She turned her head to address whomever might have been moving toward or away from the same observatory she stood in, soft music filling the lulls of silence around them.

Chances were she was one sea-hatch away from looking to find out herself. Responding to things she didn't understand wasn't always the best plan, but Ellana wasn't content waiting to see what this world would bring. She had too much to get back to, regardless of having set down the official mantle of Inquisitor.

[ Two things, one of them a problem: Ellana has a large fish somehow contained in a distorted bubble of water. It took many failed attempts and recalculations on how to cast a barrier that could contain, but she has one working, ergo the Stalker.

The problem is that in order to keep that fish, she has to keep her concentration focused on the barrier itself, which is both a strain and a drain. It also means her attempts at swimming have reverted to "stay in place" with a bicycling motion of her legs and her truncated left arm, which ended at the elbow joint, moving in a counterbalance to keep her upright. Her right arm is held out in front of her, palm open, aimed straight at the Stalker. ]

Would you say you're a decent swimmer?

[ She hears the mental taunt, giving a small shake of her head as she pulls herself up short and gives a cursory look around. Broadcasting on a general channel to whoever was in the region, she asks: ]

Who are you expecting to have come find you, again?