Behind her visor, Zeto's lips curled into a smirk. Every race was curious as to what quarians looked like under their suits. After all, the threat of an infection killing them all their lives pretty much got rid of any desire to give a peek. As Shepard explained her view on the human race, Zeto nodded in agreement. "That is what other races say. Yet most don't spend any real time with them. I've had a few human patients on my ship. Though half of them were xenophobic and most the rest were at the very least uncomfortable around other races, I met a few who were at the very least polite and courteous. A curious one like yourself... that is pretty rare. Only one like that was an older woman. I believe she was in her fifties, maybe her sixties. A xenobiologist in fact which man have sparked her interest."

Zeto took a bit of paste before continuing her story. "Her name was... Jeanette. I always had trouble saying her last name, but she said it was French. In any case, we found her passed out with poison in her body. Incurable, yet with medicine we could lengthen the time she had left. I opted to help her. She was depressed int he face of her imminent death, but that disappeared once it sank in fully. We took to talking during my free time. She felt like asking questions, so I obliged her. She wanted to know about me and the quarians as a species. One final mystery solved before death. So I told her all about us. Our culture, beliefs, government, life on the Flotilla, and anything else she asked. She was so curious and never asked a racist or sensitive question. Maybe it was her way of coping. We talked for so long I believe it helped her forget her fate at times. Of course, the pain grew unbearable at one point and I was the one her gave her an injection to give her peace. She was a friend commander and I did feel after her passing."