It was impossible not to hear about the explosion, not if you kept even half an ear to the ground around here. And York -- well, she's never considered herself much of a savior or anything, but sometimes kids came in on those shuttles. And as far as she was concerned, most of this station could go fuck themselves if that suited 'em, but kids? They didn't have any place here, and most of 'em didn't have any means of defending themselves, either. So she'd headed out to the docks in armor, keeping a lookout for any kids who might've gotten too caught up in the panic.

She didn't see any kids, but it was hard not to notice the one woman not looking all that concerned. It was hard not to have her curiosity piqued, especially when she could hear the frantic calls of krogan and batarians alike. She tried to catch the woman's gaze, approaching her with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism on her face.

"So, what, is this just an average day for you, or are you just hard to impress?"