He looked up, saw one of his own, a troll, but his elation was cut short when he caught a look at his eyes. Indigo. He jumped, but being weak, he didn't rise much in his chair. He grit his teeth with the effort it took to bow as much of his upper body he could manage. He could speak, unlike most Avoxes, but he was broken in other ways.

"G-greetingth, highblood," he stammered, gasping for breath that would be better drawn if he were upright. "That ith correct. Communicationth with the Fleet have been completely thevered. Mobility, interthteller travel...." his voice faltered. He was the helpless organic component of the ship, and he was useless without his power. The useless had no place being alive, but, "Permithion to cull mutht be granted by Her Imperious Condescension only. Apologieth."

He flinched anyway, expecting to be struck by this troll who looked uncannily familiar. He'd look up again to make sure, if he wasn't so afraid that staring would incite punishment.