She's amazed and horrified at the rate technology progresses-- always has been. So much of it is kept secret. So much of it feels wrong, yet still they adopt it into their lives. Humanoid androids, for example. She hadn't a single inkling about their existence, nor about the Company's implanting of them for its greater purpose, and yet there Ash was right under her nose anyway. An all-together human thing, indiscernible from the rest of the crew save for his one or two quirks; an ability to be pragmatic in any situation, unprecedented skill with technology.

And he'd replaced their previous Science Officer two days before they'd left the mining planet Thedus...

Christ, it's so obvious.

She feels stupid for not realizing until it was too late.

It begs the questions; how long had Synthetics been in development? How many walked among man, and how many men knew none the wiser?

Well, she'll never know now. Maybe that's for the better.

She stops on the cobblestone road, peering over her shoulder. A smile, wry and a little crooked, spreads across her face.

"Right, maybe next time. Thanks for the chat."