Marco instinctively started trying to make himself scarce when he saw that giant sci-fi action movie suit of armor clanking purposefully his way, but the mysterious lady's vector wasn't directed his way. Even so, he was hoping to melt quietly into the ground and disappear during their exchange, in the event that crazy space-fighting was about to break out. Thankfully, the batarians apparently wanted to get away from her as quickly as he wanted to get away from them.

"Yeah, well, I don't really want to like, discriminate or anything, but I think I'm gonna have a hard time making friends with anyone who doesn't have a normal number of eyes and nostrils."

He looked his savior up and down, a surprisingly cold and skeptical expression on his face for a kid who looked like he was about to wet himself moments ago. Friendly as her face was, he wasn't having the most relaxing of days, and he was ready to brace himself for another round of jumping from a frying pan into a fire, and then a volcano, and then an exploding supernova.

"So how many eyes do you have, huh?"