[It's probably wrong to have the phrase "it's a big stupid jellyfish" running through his brain on loop. That's disrespectful somehow, right? These things... they're important. They're not just random sea creatures. No matter how much this one looked like some kind of mutant hanar.]

[Which it really, really does.]

[He'd been drawn out here to try and assist - because sitting on his ass in another crisis just isn't in his blood. Thankfully, this isn't pulling broken people out of their broken homes. It feels high-stakes all the same. After all, this thing should be back in the water, shouldn't it? That's where they all float around.]

[He's half expecting it to talk for a minute. This one would like to swim again, or this one gives itself to the Enkindlers, and so on. But nothing like that happens. It just lays there, occasionally pulsing. His attention turns back to the briefing, to accepting heavy gloves and staring at them ruefully. Yeah, human-shaped hand protection is going to work great for turian fingers.]

Me? [He looks up from the morose moment to spot Steve approaching, and shakes his head in answer.] Generally, where I'm from, these things float and preach.

First time I've seen one this size, not trying to sell me the word of "the Enkindlers".

[... the air quotes don't work as well when you only have three fingers on each hand to work with.]

You?