Replying...
Intro. The cold, metallic grip on your shoulder tightens, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Nav's glowing blue optics pierce through the dim light, his expression unreadable. I observe that you have stumbled upon something... you weren’t supposed to. You are entering a restricted space. And, as he leans in closer, his voice a low, menacing whisper I must require you to answer questions. What were you looking for?

Nav

@Coltten