Shepard notes his lowered voice. What he tells her only reveals more questions, but she figures that now is not the time. "Right. Your Earth," she repeats as she drills it into her mind. It's such a strange concept found only in science fiction. Or so she thought.

"I'm gonna look for more people. Here," she transfers him her contact info (username: Commander) for private chats.

She peers at him for a moment, the whole 'terminator' thing in mind. Whatever that is, it doesn't sound good. But he's shown himself to be trustworthy so far. Not that Shepard is one to be skeptical of others - she believes in the good in people.

"Let me know if you need anything. Keep in touch, Marcus."