Acting Dignified

I walked across the cold tundra to the smaller of the two Saalistaja ships, happy that I was wearing my armor. It had felt weird, leaving my ship in an outfit that was the same thickness as my pajamas, but since I was warm, I really didn't care that it defied all logic. My three mates stalked quietly behind me, refusing to let me out of their sight for a moment.

I understood their concern. They didn't want any more random males joining us any more than I did. But  I was really curious to see what a kill room was and thought that this would be the best way of viewing one of them.  Or, in this case, more than a few.