Lots of things to be said about them. [ God, this conversation's making Kaidan hungry. He hopes his higher caloric intake won't be a problem here. Starving is a shitty way to go no matter what. Undignified, really. As every solder ever if not old age then fighting, no bones about it. ] Maybe if I find a decent cut of meat and eggs I'll make you some.

[ Trying not to think about that. Planetary travel is possible in Kaidan's corner of the Milky Way, but whatever brought them to this place doesn't seem travel to but rather travel through, like in the fantasy books about heroes teleported to magical realms to fight...something.

Whatever their something is, Kaidan hopes it's not the reapers. God, he's tired of reapers. ]

I know some cooks with guns bigger than mine. [ Glad to know slang crosses realms. Worlds. Galaxies? Universes carries too many ramifications he doesn't want to think on at the moment. ] But yeah, I am. Major, actually. [ Those guns flex a bit as he offers his right hand for a shake, fingers a bit sooty from the rusted cooking implements he's digging through. ] Name's Kaidan. Say, do the words 'Earth' or 'Canada' mean anything to you?