[There is drink, and there is noise, and there are people. That's enough for a minute or two; Shepard nurses her beer a little, watching the crowd more than her drinking partner. It's a normal enough night, loud and boisterous without any particular sense of danger, but then most Summoned went elsewhere for trouble, and most troublemakers had survival instinct enough not to beard the wolves in their den, so to speak.

Peace, of a sort.]

So, you're from somewhere where some kind of fungal infection has fucked everything sideways, which by my money is why they took you. [Shepard may prefer to think of herself as a blunt object, but she isn't stupid.] That sound about right?

[A tip of her drink to indicate the presumption that it is so.]

Abraxas. That's the name of the planet. This is Cadens, in the Free Cities, which would be the country that gave you a recruitment pamphlet upon the occasion of your kidnapping. Nobody ever accused them of being clever. You got any clue where you might wanna go from there, or have you gotten that far yet.