The spookiness is still there, but nothing stops her from going in.

She tromps through the house.

The spooky feeling intensifies slightly as she approaches the bedroom.

Inside by the bed is a tall woman with shoulder-length brown hair, dressed in a black outfit with red and gold rings embroidered at the cuffs and a holster hanging from the belt, wielding a copper cylinder that's producing a blade of red light perhaps half as long as she is tall in a low grip that's not immediately threatening. The woman is staring at her already as she opens the door; her body language suggests 'wounded predator' more than anything.

...alien? What the fuck?

Like, the hair alone could be "someone dyes it for fun and didn't evacuate" but the red sword thing is not that. For a moment Peka's too startled to react.

The woman continues to watch her. She doesn't seem very enthusiastic about her being here.

"........hello?"

No reaction; not even confusion. Maybe she's deaf?

Tentative waving with not-gun hand?

Yeah.

She sighs, and the blade retreats back into its cylinder with a soft 'voomp' and she sits back down on the bed.

There's red-marked food in here. Huh.

Peka tries to come up with a way to gesture "where did you come from, where is your spaceship" but can't quite improve on pointing at the alien and then up.

She points up and shakes her head, and then gestures at the pile of hand tools on the bedtable and sets a small wrench to levitating.

Whoa. Magic alien. So maybe she does not have a spaceship and just levitated here from her planet. That would... still be up? Or in some other direction if the planet's turned a different way but by convention up. Maybe aliens have a different convention. Peka's confused.

She can't do much about that. Droid might be able to, though, and anyway if they're not in danger it's better to keep her in the loop. Deskyl goes to the closet to let her know it's safe.

Is that a robot.

The woman spins back to face her, weapon lit and raised to a guard position, expression questioning and more than a little incredulous. The robot peers out from behind her.

Shit it moved it's a robot how in the fuck does she use this gun is it even loaded

The gun jerks out of her hands and lands at the woman's feet; she kicks it into the closet.

"Eeep!"

Yeah, well.

She gestures with her free hand and the robot closes the closet door.

That doesn't really help there is still totally a robot in that closet aaaaaaah

Well, it was worth a shot.

She gestures the bedroom door closed and makes a shooing motion to indicate that Peka should sit on the bed.

She doesn't have enough plastic yet to make that legal.

Well, as she likes.

The weapon turns off again, and the woman sits cross legged on the floor and closes her eyes.

Peka does not know what that is about.

If she calls her CO the CO is red too, she'll understand, but the calls are probably monitored...

And Deskyl meditates.

It takes a while - mindreading isn't her forte, and reading Force-insensitive people is always harder, and her concentration isn't at its best - but given fifteen or twenty relatively uninterrupted minutes, she should be able to get at least an overview of what's going on.