"I can go check again if you want," she offered, careful to keep her voice matter-of-fact, a check as simple as can be, where there was no way she would find anything wrong. Checks had to be made on all the ship's equipment as a matter of course, after all.

She didn't know what those Caudcans had known. Maybe the people there had documented everything - maybe they knew it was a tragic accident of a dozen things going wrong, from gamma radiation exposure long ago to idiocy in the more recent past to the strange happenstance of a planet made entirely of glass. Maybe they thought the Moira was a menace to the galaxy. Maybe nothing mattered apart from their own anger.

"My people lost our planet - we were run off it, it still exists." She tapped her fingers nervously on one another as she spoke, standing up again properly - but the harsh clack of glass-on-glass made her stop rapidly. "And we've held a grudge about it for three hundred years. The only reason we haven't done anything similar yet is because more of us have cooled down enough that we don't want to kill ourselves for revenge.

"That doesn't mean a lot of people don't want it, though. There are quarians who would die to take some of the geth with them."