[Turian humor, as far as she was aware, seemed to come in two flavors: dark, or deadpan. Something about a keen awareness of life's existential dread just really seemed to weigh on the entire species, humor-wise. Show her a Turian cracking a knock-knock joke, and she'd show you a knock-knock joke with a dead baby punchline.]

Outstandingly lucky. [Delivered dryly, she'll leave it at that for now. Luckily for both of them, the clone probably wouldn't've picked up anyway — aliens, and all.]

And "just", huh? Pretty humble, considering. You sound like exactly the kind of person everyone likes to have around. [A fixer. Well, well. The black market was potentially alive and thriving, 2.5 million light years away. Naturally.]

And what drew you to join the Andromeda Initiative?

[It's a hell of a stretch, based on shaky assumptions — hell, she didn't even know a rough pull point for Vetra — but it wasn't like there was a hell of a lot of extra-galactic exploration projects going around. Barnard's galaxy, anyone? The Large Magellanic Cloud, perhaps?

But she'd recognized Shepard, and not historically. "I don't understand how you're way out here. We're six hundred years out." It wasn't just her being alive that was shocking — it was location.]