[No reply—but they're digging in a pocket, and maybe it meant something. Maybe something snuck through. Still, she watches their free hand, warily, in case of the opposite, breath measured.]

Chara, It's Shepard. We're okay. We did it. The center is cleared — all we have to do is leave. Walk out of here.

I know it's hard right now. I know where you are. You haven't done anything to me.