A light hovering sound, like that of a badly tuned instrument, grew closer, upon inspection it was revealed to be the green-hued spacecraft of the Separatist faction of Sangheili Then, footsteps, loud and heavy. Great weight and height was being exterted in the steps of the unknown being that drew near her, but he must have been quite the sight -he left only whispers in his wake-. A deep, yet young voice resounded behind Irina, that of an Elite's, despite the contempt most held for humans, this one seemed to respect you since you seemed to be here in rememberance of the fallen. "Greetings....."