Jemarr ducked behind the ridge again once his message was transmitted, not expecting a response. He flicked up the scanner display on his Chameleon tool, watching one blip move off through the ravine while the other approached his location. He chewed his lip nervously, feeling vulnerable by just sitting here and waiting to be found. Still, his scope had revealed two Alliance soldiers in the ravine, so he should be safe.<br/><br/>Once the nearby blip was close enough for speech, but not so close to risk startling the soldier into shooting him, he stood up, sniper rifle held cautiously by his side, raising his free hand in greeting. He looks Anastasia up and down briefly, then stands still for a few moments. He then tilts his head and prods a button on his omni-tool, and starts speaking. His mouth, of course, can't be seen, but the mouthpiece of his helmet lights up as he speaks.<br/><br/>"Sorry, was running silent. I'm very glad to see you... lieutenant?" he hazards, peering at Anastasia's armour. "I was living at Delta Farmstead when the damned geth attacked. There are survivors, they're inside and well barricaded. I left to take some of the bastards out, and see if I can figure out why they're here." He cranes his elongated neck and peers around from atop the ridge, verifying that the coast is clear for now.<br/><br/>"I'm Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn. I know I'm not Alliance, but I want to stop those synthetic monsters too. If you let me follow your squad, I'll take orders and I won't slow you down. I can help." The tension of the last several hours was starting to fade now that he was in the company of Alliance military again, and competent ones by the look of it.