"Fascinating." Her tone may be flat, but there's an inexplicable sensation that she means it. It's like the attention of a crowd turning to look into this particular gunship at this particular moment, an audience sitting slightly forward on their seats. But for a moment, she's quiet as she studies the woman before her - sorts through the ash and fire and seething desperate anger rolling off her. Cathaway won't spy (that's important to The Prince), but she won't lie to her either.

So: "It's possible our enemy was assuming the shape of some larger threat in your universe. Or maybe it's possible that there have been other symbiote-compatible people in your universe before you. We think it's rare, but can't believe it's impossible. In any case, the reason you're here is because you were had been tracked, hunted and were in immediate danger by the hands of our enemy. We can't guarantee they have anything to do with your Reapers, but it's fundamentally likely. They take many shapes."

But more importantly, and more immediately interesting to her (sad stories about losing wars are a dime a dozen), is this change her enemies cause. Something in the woman's too reflective grey eyes sharpens. "Were you changed by your Reapers? We'd love to see your brain."