"Native or foreign, save for a select few they are still strangers. Neighbors slaughtered at least sends a message. Our presence is..."

She waved a hand, a vague indication that, yes, she had tried coffee. An imported drink, but still one she had some familiarity with. Cassandra did not approve of blood sport for the gratification of the powers that be, but she could understand it. It kept a people from questioning, particularly if some implication that their family could be chosen next were given. To rip others from their worlds? It was a display of power, certainly. That no one was safe...

She gave a small shake of her head, turning to look around the shop rather than directly at Shepard. To note just how many were making note of them.

"Interesting."