no subject

[She doesn't let his hand go as she sits down to listen. Never one to hide her emotions, especially around someone she loves as much as Cayde, her reactions to his rambling play out on her face: The light of interest in her eyes at the sound of someone with an omnitool and what he describes as warlocky so is probably biotics. Her eyebrows raising at a male Shepard - not a new concept to her, she's seen Jacob's memories and photos and there's the odd fanartist at fanPort still selling art of the Shepard who had Ported out before she came along, but she hasn't met one herself. Dismayed confusion at her name making this male Shepard angry - and then her face falling as she realizes why exactly any Shepard might not expect to see her, might be so upset at her name. Her hand goes slack on his as she processes this.]

So, I'm... I'm dead, in his universe?

[And if he was so mad, sounds like her death is a sensitive subject for him.

[There are a lot of ways to die in a war, but her mind goes immediately to a wet planet with a nuclear bomb.

[Her voice is quiet, her gaze wandering away.] Glad you told me to sit down.