[Ratchet frowns; these days he feels like he’s collecting more theory than fact, but what else is he supposed to do? As long as they were kept in the dark, about anything really, suppositions would be made, and not all of them would be good. Ratchet almost felt guilty about how willing to assume the worst he’d become in the past several months. Almost.

Her suggestion makes him stop pacing.]

Yes! Great idea...they said something about a storm right? Must have been a big one to cause something like this. [He walks over to the door, pressing the lit button to open it. The halls lights outside it are dim, emergency power still being funneled to more important areas, he assumed.] Did this kind thing ever happen on ships you were on? Back home, I mean.

[He knew Tali was familiar was ships, but he didn’t know the details, or to what extent.]