"Yeah. That's something we've got in common." She'd grin in answer if she could. "Your people and mine. We all start out that way. I'd still be sprouting moss in some old shipyard if my Ghost hadn't found me, pulled me back. But I'm pretty sure I was always an Exo. Never heard of a human who got, uh, switched over. Maybe they could do it back in the Golden Age, though - they must have had the tech."

For a moment she wonders if she's done something wrong when he falls silent. But she means what she said, and she can't immediately see why he's shocked. When he smiles and returns her touch, she relaxes, approval in her tone. She's glad to see him take heart. "Heh. Any time you need a reminder, my friend."