Jemarr nodded and tapped his omni-tool, instructing his suit to run over his injuries one more time, before being satisfied that the ankle graze was the worst of his troubles. "I think I'm alright too, although I'll have hell to pay when those stimulants run out." Already he could feel weariness tugging at his limbs, but the adrenaline and artificial stimulants coursing through his system were keeping him active still. His shoulders twitched slightly as he knelt down, pressing the face-plate of his helmet against the crate.<br/><br/>"Freelancer? Then it is doubly noble of you to risk your life for the civilians of Eden Prime." He tossed his head in a gesture of mirth. "Although you'd have trouble getting off this planet if we lost the spaceport. I came here tracing some geth transmissions, but I never thought I'd run into a full-blown invasion. This really is a lovely planet - I hope I can do something to help get the colony back on its feet."<br/><br/>Jemarr straigthened up and drew his pistol, checking his own omni-tool scanner as he followed Xeia across the bridge. His gaze followed hers as they looked down on the cargo bay, and his eyes tracked inexorably towards the beacon. "What is that?" he whispered, almost reverently. "That must be the Prothean beacon. I don't recognise the design at all, and its circuits aren't showing up on my scans." He disabled the active scans, leaving the sensory recorders on his suit running.<br/><br/>"Right behind you," he murmured, joining Xeia on the stairs. "It'll make a fine story. What do we do now?"