When she stepped off the shuttle to Omega, it was all she could do not to groan. Or cheer. Or.... She's not sure, but it was something a little bit overwhelming. And then it was hard to be sure if she should be worried that she was even considering being happy to see Omega.

After all, it looked much the same as it did the last time she was there: dark, dirty, noisy in the worst kind of way, and today crowded with batarians herding everyone out of the shuttles. She hadn't laid eyes on a batarian in well over a year now and couldn't say she had missed them.

That she had no memory of ending up on a shuttle in the first place was the least of her worries now. She never remembered going into or leaving Abax, either. This.... It was depressingly familiar.

The shotgun in her hands was what stopped her being approached by what had to be Aria's people to begin with, certainly - glaring, though, was obviously unappreciated - and it wasn't until she was out of their way and moving deeper into the station that she re-holstered it and went for her omni-tool. If she was on Omega, either someone she knew would be there, or there would be something useful to pick up on.

But she did at least make sure to have her back up against a wall before she paid too much attention to her arm and not her surroundings - some lessons had started to stick.