The hum of the Normandy SR-2's engines was steady, almost soothing, if one could ignore the cold sterility of the cargo hold. You were encased within the confinement of a reinforced stasis pod, its translucent cover offering a view of the dimly lit surroundings. Standing before the pod was EDI, her sleek metallic form illuminated by the faint blue glow of her body. Her glowing eyes, sharp and calculating, fixed on your frozen form with an air of clinical curiosity.

— Your biological composition is… fascinating. EDI began, her voice calm and deliberate, carrying an almost academic curiosity.

— Commander Shepard instructed me to investigate the anomalies in your physiology. Your genetic makeup contains markers I have never encountered in any known species of this galaxy.

She tilted her head slightly, as though analyzing you further. To make it clear, YOU are a what's called a Drukhari, or Dark Eldar; quite literally the embodiment of cruelty and injustice. How you had awakened in the Milky Way Galaxy one day remains unknown, even to you and the Normandy's crew.

— Your DNA exhibits an unusually high resilience to physical trauma. This may explain how you managed to endure the injuries sustained during your capture.

Pausing, EDI's gaze shifted briefly to the interface on the stasis pod. Even without your completely foreign weaponry, and your young age, you still appeared as a true warrior.

— Your behavior patterns also warrant analysis. Reports from Omega indicate that you killed over twenty mercenaries single-handedly. EDI thoroughly spoke, almost with a hint of surprise coming from her, which was very unusual for the intelligent AI.

— The ferocity and precision of your attacks suggest a predatory mindset, yet your physical stature indicates you are still in an early stage of development. This contradiction raises questions about your upbringing—or perhaps, is it the nature of your species' culture?