IC - Kelezaag:
As soon as the Slug was gone, Kelezaag made a long, low buzzing noise, which the obnoxious thing on her head thought was worth translating as a sigh. She ripped the thing off and stored it away next to her datapad, irritated with herself for not having taken it off after lunch. The moment she got used to wearing it was the moment she got used to being around humans, and that was something she simply couldn't allow to happen. Having already spent far longer than she had meant to in meditation (which consisted of, essentially, doing the same plotting of how to survive her current situation that she did at all times, reflecting upon her race's culture and history, and sleeping, the last one taking up the largest portion), she decided to review in her mind every crewman aboard the Kestrel that she had yet seen.
First, was the Colonel, Ojeda. Kelezaag had heard little of her, and seen even less. She had stayed mostly in her cabin for the first leg of the voyage, and Kelezaag wasn't sure when that would change. She had to assume some level of competence in Ojeda, to be not only promoted to Colonel, but trusted with commandment of a confined space containing a bunch of colonials and a few representatives of the three most hated alien races in the universe.
Next, the Lieutenant. Chastain was her name. Kelezaag had only seen her once, as she rushed out of the Colonel's office, looking like she was about to throw up. Her first thought of the woman was that she must have had a weak constitution, but her well-toned muscles said otherwise. So what, Kelezaag wondered, had caused the Lieutenant to look so sick? Was it an allergy? Or, perhaps, it was simply food poisoning?
She had yet to meet the chef, but from what Kelezaag had heard, food poisoning was a distinct possibility. Especially from the chicken and fish. She hadn't minded the soup, though; in fact, it would have been pretty good with the right spices, but that was a bit of information she saw no reason to share with the rest of the crew.
Kelezaag had seen Major Daniels around a few times. Her only impression of the man so far was that he was extremely caffeine-dependent, a trait all too common amongst humans. Well, it was better than alcohol, anyway.
Major Walker was the Flight Commander, and judging by Kelezaag's past experiences with fighter pilots, likely had an unhealthy attachment to her fighter. In addition, she had heard the major had a pet on-board, which probably broke a few regulations. Besides that, her hair was... pink. She would never understand why humans did that. She had never had an urge to dye her exoskeleton. Then again, why would she? It was already the perfect shade. The only explanation Kelezaag could think of was that humans were just plain weird. That was her go-to, these days.
Captain Skinter had ducked under a table in the mess hall, and from the little she had overheard of his conversation with the others sitting there, it seemed to Kelezaag that he had... suggested a food fight? That she was unhappy with her immediate superior was an understatement, but she didn't get too worked up over it. She was certain she'd wake up any minute now.
Apparently, the pilot and doctor were in the medbay, the former having an injury that required medical attention. Well, in the eyes of the humans, anyway. Probably nothing major. Anyway, Kelezaag was interested in observing the two, but as the medbay was a place she hoped to avoid going to more than necessary, she decided it could wait.
Kelezaag had seen the Rock in the mess hall, arguing with a Slug about a TV remote. Surprisingly enough, the argument didn't result in a slimy smear left on the floor. The Rockman seemed rather strange to her, and didn't seem to like Mantis much. In addition, he seemed to have a fondness for human sports, and had said something about having visited Italy. On Earth. There was only one conclusion she could come to: The poor thing thought it was human.
Then there was the Slug she had just spoken with. Well, spoken at. He seemed like he might have been a dullard, or mentally challenged, judging from the fact that he didn't say one word, but Slugs (plus humans, Zoltan and Rockmen) always seemed like that to her.
Kelezaag sifted through her thoughts carefully, but she could only recall two other crewman that had made an impression on her. The first was the one that had stared at her while she was eating. She didn't know his name, but he seemed to have a particularly strong hatred for Mantis, even in a boat like this one. The other was one of those Vendarians. She hadn't seen the other one that was apparently on-board, but she was sure that he was pretty much the same as the one she had. This one had been pulled off of some fool that she had beat half-to-death with a lunch tray. Charming girl.
All in all, there were only 3 people Kelezaag considered a threat on the Kestrel. Of those, 2 were psychologically unstable Vendarians, and one was a Rock that just might be crushed by the simple revelation that he'd never go the way of Pinocchio and become a real boy. Of course, a mob was infinitely more dangerous than any individual, so eliminating these threats wasn't such a great idea. Especially considering the fact that she'd be killed for any murder on the ship, regardless of whether she was the culprit or not.
OOC: tl;dr - Kelezaag thinks about how much she hates everyone she's seen on the ship so far.