His recognition of the her Altean markings was immediate, of course, and while he could not be at all certain of her identity she did look remarkably like the sister of the boy who'd died so tragically in the stolen shuttle he'd crashed. Lotor had been quite impressed that Bandor had been able to sneak out in the shuttle to begin with, and his loss had been a blow, mostly because he was so young. He had a lot of promise and while his body had reacted terribly to the quintessence donations, the scientists at the second colony had been working on a way to save him as well as the others in the pods. But it had been too late, and while Lotor couldn't blame the boy for having the wrong idea and escaping, he was sad that it had happened in the way it had.

Still, he could not confirm that this girl happened to be Bandor's sister, as she, like him, had changed. He also hadn't known her nearly as well as he had those on the second colony, but...well. There was no sense in dwelling on it, and he was caught off guard with the Purrloin on his shoulder jumped to the ground to approach her.

"I am sorry, I'm not yet very familiar with him. Come, Purrloin, let's not bother people, you've sustenance here."