It’s not hard to pick the Moira crew members out from the natives in the city. And some are easier than others. Not that Ratchet’s going to judge; on a far smaller scale, he’s not blending in any better than this gigantic orange woman. Which doesn’t make him any less surprised to run into her; he’s grown startlingly accustomed to humans. With very few exceptions, everyone on the crew is human or indistinguishable from one. It wasn’t much different on the Neheda. And considering he’d never so much as laid eyes on one before six months ago, humans had become the new normal.

So to Ratchet’s new (and not so-improved) standards, Jasper is very much not normal. Moreso, unlike the casual wandering and sight-seeing most of the others seem to be doing, she looks like she's on a mission. Maybe it's just how she goes about things...maybe not. Either way, when she meets his eye, he doesn't hesitate.

“I’m guessing you’re part of the crew.”

It’s more a statement than a question, because there is no doubt in Ratchet’s mind that it’s the case.