Moran's expression goes blank, taken aback at your words. He quickly recovers, adopting a calm demenour, his arms outstretched as he glances around the vast room.
"My friend, calm yourself - this is a place of safety and solace, there is no need for alarm." He takes your hand in his and casts his other arm across the nearest table of dregs wearily eating.
"If you have woes or questions, I would be happy to help - we help all those we need it here." he states.
He turns and gestures towards the door behind him.
"Perhaps it would be best if we discuss this in a less.... crowded space? These poor souls have enough on their minds."
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Zena deftly activates the scanner as she shuffles forward, attempting to scan the nearest helper as she approaches without anyone catching notice. After a brief moment, the scanner gives a muffled chime - though it is drowned out by the general bustle of the room. The scanner reports a negative reading, detecting none of xenos material in a 3 metre radius.