Jemarr straightened up his posture as Anastasia explained that he would be her roommate. "Oh, well, that works very well! You're right, I don't have much gear. You'll hardly even notice I'm here."<br/><br/>He unslung his backpack and slid it into one of the storage compartments under the bed, then started unclipping items from his suit, such as his water bottle and nutrient pack. He placed these in a separate drawer on the opposite wall, then hung a piece of purple thread from the drawer handle. "I'm putting my food in here, so try not to open it. You'd be entirely welcome to share my food and drink, of course, if it wouldn't kill you. Ah, this is convenient!" He bent down and found a set of compartments in the base of the bed, just the right shape for a sniper rifle and a pistol. "The civilian ships I came to Eden Prime on didn't have anything like this."<br/><br/>He climbed onto the bed and sat up against the wall, ducking his head a few inches to avoid the ceiling. His eyes eagerly followed the movements of Anastasia's body, and not for the first time, he wondered about the potential ramifications of sharing a cabin with someone other than his family. "Alright, I'll do my best!" he called as she slipped out the door. "See you in a bit."<br/><br/>Once Anastasia had gone, he drew himself up into a cross-legged sitting position and tapped a sequence on his omni-tool. Three holographic quarian heads shimmered into view in front of him, two male, one female, their faces visible, unconcealed by modern helmets. Jemarr bowed his head and began speaking in an older dialect of the quarian tongue.<br/><br/>"Ancestors, hear my prayer. Guide me to the truth of the synthetic demons' plots, and grant me the wisdom and the strength to defeat them. Show me how to bring our people one parsec closer to our homeland once more. Blessings be upon the Normandy, and grant that I be a boon to its Captain and crew. Keelah se'lai."<br/><br/>The ancestors nodded their heads to Jemarr before winking out. He reached up and unclasped the magnetic tabs fastening his burnoose, attaching it to the curving ceiling above him as a bit of decoration to the otherwise blank surface. He started to lie back on the bed, but found his mind still full of the events of the day. To help calm his nerves, he activated one of the musical instrument programs on his omni-tool, forming a holographic wind instrument, long and slender like a flute but curved at one end. He brought the instrument to the mouthpiece of his suit, letting the omni-tool's program interact with his suit's breath monitor, to translate his breathing into sound. His four fingers moved dextrously along the instrument's air holes as he blew gently, piping out a slow, sad melody, barely loud enough to be heard just outside the cabin door. He closed his eyes as he played, the words running through his mind, a hymn of morning for lost Rannoch.