[VIDEO, shifting to ACTION potentially | 001: Arrival]

[standsentinel]

[By the background, Kaidan, outwardly a normal-looking dark haired man in his mid-30s, is still on the ship. Still beside the pod that's disgorged him even, as a blurry nameplate can be made out behind him if you squint. His own communicator has come to him in the form of a datapad, which he's currently holding out in from of him with the slight abstracted furrow to his brow commonly seen amongst iPad users as they try to make sure the camera's focusing. Some things carry down across centuries, apparently.]

Look. I don't know where the hell I am, but this sure as hell isn't the shuttle down to Vancouver. Everything's saying 'ship', but I'm not hearing engine noise and what little I've seen says this thing is way too big to be stealthed.

And there's another thing--

[He turns the datapad to let its camera pickup take in the pods along the corridor.]

That's not normal cryostasis like I'd call it. It looks more like prothean tech. So if anyone's picking up on this frequency, I could use a few answers.

[After a moment more, he stares at the camera and awkwardly rubs at the back of his neck with one hand as he's recalled to manners and lets the irritated command slide out of his voice.]

Uh. Please?

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[femshep]

[To the first bit, a wry smile.] Around here? You take what you can get.

[As for the trust question, that's a bit more of a serious question.]

The Doctor's harmless. A little off-beat, but he doesn't leave you much room not to trust. [She shakes her head a little.] You'll see what I mean when you meet him. [Read as: See that he's preeeetty much one big science-loving puppy.]

Rhade and Hunt are two of our closer allies so far, not that that says too much--until I pull together some kind of security protocol and weed out the informants, we can't afford any sort of closer alliance. You can trust them, though. Hunt more than Rhade, Hunt's the CO and a little more of a 'people person', but Rhade's got the eye for technology, so there you go.

Kay... Honestly, the jury's still out on this one. I'm almost positive he's not playing for the enemy, but I've got no guarantees he's on our side, either.

[standsentinel]

Lone gunman... well, I'll see if I can work up a few pitches that would align self-interest with our interests.

[There's a pause, and then a rueful private smile as he realizes that they... haven't actually spelled out what interests those might be and whether his align with Shepard's.

It seems that, absent a Cerberus presence to fear is manipulating everything Shepard-related, he's defaulted back to assuming their goals are in the same direction. He continues with a slightly abstracted look as he mulls this assumption over.]

For the others, I'll look them up as soon as I do a little recon of the area, find a place to work out from under prying eyes.

[femshep]

[And considering in her head, it was Ashley who gave her Cerberus connections the finger, that thought doesn't quite occur to her, either. While she's still very much conflicted about the fact that he's alive at all, she may or may not be taking for granted that they're on the same side here.]

Report back when you do. The more intel we can pick up about this place, the better.

[standsentinel]

Good thing we've got Liara with us, then.

[He hasn't been clued in that she's the new Shadow Broker, but even Alliance intel knows she's gone into the information gathering side of things.]

Speaking of... should we join up with her and find some place not a creepy derelict ship to catch up?

[femshep]

It sure doesn't hurt.

[And to the question, she's nodding toward an open door ahead. The door--light's shining in through the opening, casting across the dimmer lighting inside of the ship.]

Where'd you think we were headed?