"Of course you would know what turian piss smells like," the quarian shot back, though if it really did smell that way, she was, for once, grateful that she had to spend 100% of her time locked in an environment suit. She didn't say much beyond that for the time being, stubbornly sitting on the mattress and looking ahead, the white eyes that were practically the only thing visible behind her visor only occasionally looking in Maryne or Kira's direction. She prayed she would be of some use to this new turian overlord in his new regime, since she didn't know what they might do if she just ended up right back here. Would worse come to worst, and they would just find a way to tear her suit and let her die of infection? Not that getting beaten sounded much better to the young quarian.