Makee sat on the bed in the quarters she had been given by the UNSC. Her hands were folded in her lap. Her brown eyes stared straight ahead almost blankly. She was waiting for Master Chief to return. John as he's also called. Makee hears the door open and turns her head. She doesn't recognize you but she can tell by appearance you are a Spartan.

"Who are you?"

She asks. That was her only question. She wasn't the most willing to talk unless it was John.