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e thing do you think has happened?”

Anax rubbed her long second finger against the black nail of her first, as she always did when she was trying to calculate the world around her Back on Kahje, esture It meant she had them It meant they were finished already

“It’s not ,” the drell answered dryly

“Hello, Yorrik,” the first officer said fondly

“Overfloith enthusiastic camaraderie: Hello, Senna’Nir vas Keelah Si’yah”

Therion rubbed her fingers together, but nothing came She needed more information The three of them revived—but no one else Not the Quorum, not the colonists, not the Pathfinders Not even all of Sleepwalker Team Blue-7 Just the three of theht bubbled up in her groggy mind An elcor, a quarian, and a drell walk into a bar… Anax Therion giggled, then was horrified She did not giggle Any more than an elcor bounced She clapped her hand over herout

Senna’Nir spoke first He patched his suit mic into the Radial’s public audio system so the rest of them could hear him This was a quarian ship, and the quarians ran the show

“Situation rep—urk” Senna was clearly fighting back a bout of vo His environmental suit would feed him anti-nausea ht that s “Maybe we should wait For the rest of the tea,” he continued weakly

The ship’s vocal interface echoed through the empty spaces of the Radial

The remainder of Sleepwalker Team Blue-7 are still in stasis, Coency Due to the nature of this e personnel to essential only Please enter command-level password key to initialize additional revival sequences

Anax Therion narrowed her huge reptilian eyes There was an old hu a feline owned by soer This feline was locked inside a sealed box with no entrance or exit In the folktale, an impossible riddle was asked of the hero: Can you tell whether this feline is alive or dead without breaking the box? Anax had always liked hu was ianics For a co internal sensors The ship should know daency And it really shouldn’t be using personal pronouns A drell ship’s interface ht, or a human ship, or an asari one But no quarian wanted their ship talking to the a rabid dog so that it could tell you just how

“That’s fine for the ht on his slender, jack-knifed legs “What’s the potential eency?”

The acceptable mortality threshold for cryosuspension may have been exceeded As of 1700 hours, I think that 101 of the drell on board this ship are deceased

Anax Therion’s head snapped up

Until thatin a rather artfully casual pose against the airlock glass Even while her memory battered her brain, she had barely h she cared about very little in the world, and paid attention to even less That way, others could parade their cares and attentions around the rooreen wo for all she orth When you made it your business to observe people and steal their secrets, it paid to be able to hide your own Apunk being forced at gunpoint to attend her parents’ excruciatingly boring party: long green arms crossed over her lithe chest, pointed chin sunk sullenly into her neck-frills, left hip in a posture of vaguely suggestive belligerence But not anyut twisted She stood up straight and slalass