"There's a learning curve," Shepard acknowledges, "Other people can change what you make too, though. So you're aware."

It's one thing when your little patch of dreamland is represented by a few hundred meters of frigate, and someone else to help maintain it— another thing entirely, when you have a whole meadow and mountainside to your territory. As this kid seems to do.

"I'm Shepard," she says, holding out her hand. Black gauntlet, textured grip; Shepard wears what's most comfortable to her, when on the Horizon, and she's most comfortable when she's impervious to all forms of damage. That is to say, she's wearing armor, "I haven't seen you around Cadens. Where'd they spit you out?"