Jemarr nodded in response to Anastasia's assessment of the geth processing structure, impressed that she had grasped the rather complicated idea of the geth's distributed intelligence so quickly. "In sentient terms, it is less like intercepting a turian military communique and more like reading the turian commander's brain activity with an electroencephalogram and trying to figure out his thoughts. You are quite correct, though - data with a more mathematical structure such as spatial coordinates is easier to extract from a geth transmission, and in fact I can use that as a basis for deciphering the rest of the message."<br/><br/>He leant forward over the console to peer more closely at the signal, allowing his suited arm to brush against Anastasia's leg, his suit's tactile receptors transmitting the touch to his neural stimulation program, allowing him to feel the contact as if his arm were bare. He shivered slightly within his suit, then mentally berated himself for the "accidental" touch. "They'll have to include a return protocol, yes, unless this signal is coming from some sort of covert mission that needs to keep that a secret. I can probably get the coordinates for the return protocol quite quickly." He suddenly yawned, quickly tapping his omni-tool to turn down his suit's vocal relay volume. "Oh, excuse me. I'll make a start on the decryption first thing tomorrow morning - I'll make mistakes if I try it tonight."<br/><br/>Jemarr sat up, startled, as Shepard's voice came over the intercom. "I'll be right there, Commander," he sent back, then stood up. "Alright. Meeting, then Doctor Chakwas, then sleeeeeeep. I'm sorry I can't keep up with you marines, I'm just not built for it."