As Falkris addressed her, Milenya unconsciously straightened her posture, her hands coming to her sides in a relaxed form of standing at attention. Her eyes widened slightly, and she tilted her head as Falkris' words brought her attention to the idea of more data.<br/><br/>She considered the thought for a long moment, examining her assumptions and the implications, before she responded.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"Cap... Commander Falkris, I'm aware that there may be more data on the husks. Threat assessments, tactical and strategic plans, operational evaluations on the implications of the Geth being able to generate reinforcements from captured populations. All those things would be logical for the Hierarchy to have developed. Equally, they would be utterly irrelevant to me, and my duties to this ship and this crew. I assumed that you gave us what was relevant. It simply had not occurred to me until now, the implications of that data. So I came to thank you for the trust you placed in me, in us."</span><br/><br/>She paused, and continued.<span style="color: #6495ED">"I would be extremely surprised if there were any data in the ship's files about that site, beyond the basic planetary information. It seems to have been a closely held operation funded by that human terrorist organization, and a recent one at that. So, no, actually, I hadn't thought that there was any more data to be had that was relevant. Also, you may notice in the security logs an aborted attempt to log into the restricted files from the tech lab. Captain Cantenelli was idly checking to see if the lab's terminal had been locked down."</span><br/><br/>Milenya pursed her lips slightly.<span style="color: #6495ED">"It's public information available on Illium, that I was indentured as a personal companion, pilot, assistant and erstwhile bodyguard. During that time, I came to understand that I wouldn't know everything that was going on, to trust my Mistress and contract holder, and to accept that I would be given the data I needed to do my job and carry out my duties; that anything which was not shared with me, was kept from me simply because I didn't need to know."</span><br/><br/>Here, she looks seriously at Falkris.<span style="color: #6495ED">"The rank structure aboard this ship may be informal, but it's still clear. I trust you as my superior."</span><br/><br/>Inwardly, another piece of the puzzle that was the Acheron had fallen into place. Falkris' reaction had been quite telling. Logical, from his point of view, dealing with a crew where 'information discipline' was a casually observed concept at best.<br/><br/>She frowned faintly as a thought occurred to her.<span style="color: #6495ED">"The only thing I can think of that might be relevant and not available to me, is any information on a civilization that existed some 40 million years ago, give or take a few million. Which would also be extremely.. unlikely.. to be aboard this ship."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>