Standing over Rinzler's crumpled form, cracked code scattering amongst the voxels and crumbling away from his open wounds, Shepard can't help but think of the Geth, of inside the consensus itself. She'd figured Rinzler for a synthetic, or something akin to one, but this was something else entirely. Can a program take physical form without a mobile platform?

There's no time to wonder too deeply, and she snaps into action on Nihlus' words. Even without the initial scan she flashes, it's easy to tell that Rinzler's down for the count. She rolls him on his back to fully survey the damage — extensive, to say the least. Serious-looking web-like cracks of light extending out from his eviscerated left side (likely exacerbated by the charge) cover most of his torso, in addition to numerous standalone fractures.

There's blood as well, loads of it, the acrid metal smell enhanced by the heat, but that isn't his. She frowns down at the program, wishing she knew more of both the who of the victims, and the why of the attack.

"He's out," she responds as she stands, surveying the scene with a practiced eye. "But the damage on his left side looks like it's snowballing. Ideas? Not sure medi-gels will be able do much for this."