Jarred and Tristan entered the Med Bay after an hour of privacy so Nicholas can check up the woman's condition. The woman lay on the bed, thick blankets covering her, as Nicholas pressed a few buttons on a console beside the bed she lay on.

"How is she, Nicky?" Jarred said as he looked down at the woman, her previously pale face turning into a light shade of pink from the warmth of the blankets.

Nicholas nodded at the console, "Jarred's scans helpful in information retrieval on human. Medical test confirmed she is healthy, but slightly hypothermic and exhausted. Cold cryo-shell preserved much of vital organ functions. Body functions returning to normal very taxing on human anatomy." He scanned the console with his OmniTool and went to a giant screen. He uploaded the data, which included a picture of the woman. Tristan blinked at the woman's red eyes.

"Her eyes are red?" Tristan asked and Nicholas nodded, "Information states human named Meiou Seishiro. Japanese-American ancestry, aged 20… or at least during time of containment. Cryo-stasis stopped aging process. Diagnosed on Earth with Albinism… lack of melanin on cells. Causes whiteness of all hair, light skin and sometimes, red irises." He brought up another chart, "Meiou has L3 implants. However, records lifted by Jarred also mention human is… telekinetic."

Tristan blinked again, "Telekinetic? Like… moving stuff with her mind?"

Nicholas nodded, "Yes. Might make L3 implant useless if telekinetic. Puzzling that Cerberus implanted into her." He shrugged, "No idea why, Cerberus complex corporation, but very unethical."

"Anything else?" Jarred asked.

"Ah yes. Jarred scans also show historical data on Meiou." Nicholas flipped around the screen again, "Meiou once involved in project in Pragia, details unknown, suggest talking to Liara for information. But was moved to Cerberus facility, for unknown reason as well. But ship crashed. Attacked by Collectors on 2185 CE…"

Something clicked inside Jarred's head. "They were harvested by the Reapers?"

Nicholas nodded, "Dead humans not useful for harvesting, it seems. Collectors prefer living. Meiou and Kai Leng clone not taken. Probably deemed dead by Collectors due to absence of body heat, or very well hidden."

Tristan crossed his arms, "Probably, but I'm curious as to that project in Pragia. Maybe I should talk with Liara."

"Great decision." Nicholas said as he collected all of the data he used back to his OmniTool. "Was thinking of talking to asari myself. Shall we?"

Tristan nodded and Nicholas turned to Jarred, "Meiou brain activity regular again. Might wake up soon. Caution should be taken. Probability of confusion, very high for her. Stay and look out for her?"

Jarred nodded, "Sure, no problem. Update me when you get info."

"Certainly. Aware that Meiou is Albino… eyes might be sensitive to light. Turn off all lights or give contact lenses near bed to relieve photosensitivity. " Nicholas smiled and headed towards Liara's section on the ship.

As soon as Nicholas and Tristan left, however, the woman… Meiou, groaned. Jarred looked down to see her eyelids flicker open, but she grimaced at the harsh light that shined directly to her eyes. He quickly turned off the over-head light, and took the lenses Nicholas indicated. He carefully placed it on her eyes. The lenses made her eyes turn from red to violet, perhaps to darken the effects of the lights.

The woman… Meiou, sighed in relief. "Thank you." She said hoarsely, but as she looked closely at Jarred, her eyes widened, "Who are you?"

"My name is Jarred Vancair, I'm an N7 Operative." Jarred said as he watched her, "We… found you at an abandoned Cerberus base in Lesuss."

Meiou looked at him and turned her head slightly as she looked over his features, "And… what are you… exactly?"

He sighed, "I'm a turian-human hybrid. I know you didn't have people like me in your time…"

Her eyes widened, "My time?" She started to sit up, but Jarred pushed her down, "Hey! Hold still. You just woke up from cryo-stasis."

"Yes. I remember." She whispered, "What… what year is this, Jarred?"

The sound of his name on her lips made his eyes widen, and his breathing stopped for a second. "Uhm… it's 2217."

At this, Meiou's face paled. "2217… I've been… I've been asleep for fifty two years?!"