[ Wow Peter of course she's human, rood. When the stranger pipes up next to her, Jack shoots him a sidelong glance, assessing. There's an obvious gaze that roams over him, taking in the out of place clothes and the lack of any kind of tech, armor or weapon. Another of the new space monkeys shot in from pandimensional who the hell knows. Awesome.

But this is about the third person to pop her the 'where are we' question, and by now she's getting a little irritated. ]

Do I look like a tour guide to you? [ She deadpans with a squint. But whatever, someone needs to tell these newcomers to watch their freaking asses around here and its better her and a Vorcha that's going to try to mug them for all they're worth. She gives a bored, obviously tired explanation. ] Omega. Largest concentration of under-handed scum and cutthroats you'll find in the galaxy connected to a huge rock of eezo floating through space.

Word to the wise - don't wander into dark corners unarmed.