Shelke had gone back to the hold with the intention of talking to the Initiative people there about finding a substitute for her Mako, a plan that had fallen apart due to a mixture of distrust and uncertainty, where she hadn't made it much further than the weapon area, absently making a point of looking around and not speaking to anyone before she'd decided to leave. She'd think on the problem a bit more (and hope another solution came along) before she'd divulge the particulars of her condition to them.

So she was actually back on her way out when she spotted Frodo. She hadn't been here long, but it wasn't difficult to pick out someone who had just arrived. Especially when they were treating their tablet as if it were going to bite them. Not that it was any of her concern, really, but there was something about him that pulled her attention. Even sitting down, she was pretty sure he couldn't be any taller than her, despite the fact that he looked older. At least in the face and eyes.

When you were eternally trapped in the body of a nine year old, you learned to spot those sorts of things.

Still, she might have just kept on going past, but after a few moments of careful indecision she slowed and stopped in front of him, her faintly glowing blue eyes considering him carefully.

"Are you alright?" While her words implied some interest, her tone was distant and almost empty.