Mamoru has a hand placed against the nearest wall before he registers what he's doing. Sometimes he's lost on how to use his abilities, others it comes to him without much thought towards it at all — as natural as breathing. He closes his eyes, concentrating, reaching out with his senses, probing every corner of the ship.

His eyes snap open. "They're not here. It's just us. There's plenty of other people on this ship, but no one we'd know."