It took all of his self control not to reach up and check his throat for a collar. He could see well enough that she wasn't wearing one. At least there was that. It didn't explain anything, but he felt certain this wasn't Atia's doing. He took a deep breath and let it out in a puff. "You are aboard my ship, the Rotarran. My crew is currently missing, systems only nominally operational. Let us find you something to wear, and we can move from there."

The welts on her cheeks made him hesitant to encroach on her or touch her. Instead, he held out his hand, putting that decision in her corner. Having her stable would make her much more useful in helping to discern what was wrong with the equipment. Perhaps if they could get all the sensors functional they could at least figure out where they were. He would take any clarification at this point as a good start.