Shepard nods as he talks, listening. It's a knack she's long since developed, to just listen as someone talks, as they ask their question, before formulating her own reply. Sometimes, she doesn't do that. Sometimes it's a fight, you have to be countering even before the other one finishes. But usually? Nah. Just listen.

And here? Trying to - okay, she needs to readjust down a bit. Here, trying to educate someone without appearing condescending, you have to tread carefully. She doesn't know Finnick Odair well, nor his wife. But he seems a proud man, and well old enough that education can be filled with pitfalls.

She can sympathize. She'd been eighteen when she'd gotten her first dose of serious education.

"Yeah, exactly. Our presence, I think, triggered the programs to start running again. But because it's been so long, the code's become old, corrupted, missing key sequences, that sort of thing. Think of an engine that hasn't run for a while, it shudders as it warms up, yeah? Sort of like that." Shepard pulls a face. "It's not an exact analogy. Does it make sense?"