For a moment, Shiala just lifts her arms up and dances, moving with the pulse of the music. It's been so long since she could do that. She was so young when she came here, still not a commando, certainly not full of Thorian spores and Reaper indoctrination, just a young asari, just out on her own, trying to find her way. But it's only a memory, an echo. It's an image that can be seen, and not much more, and they can't linger in it. It can only be seen, observed.

She gives a sigh, and a faint smile, and then they're back in the bar, lowering her hand. Her eyes are green again, as they are normally.

"That was a long time ago," she says. "I was very young. It would be nice, still, to go back."