“Salarians only need one hour of sleep,” Mordin commented, currently working away at his station. He didn’t look away from it. If he did, he might’ve noticed his companions... lack of interest. Most likely, he still wouldn’t have.

“Fast metabolism. Speeds it all up. You need more than that. So why do you stay up like this? The rest of the ship is asleep. Insomnia, perhaps? Nightmares? More than likely. Your kind isn’t nocturnal. Most seem to be scared of the dark. Some find comfort in it, though, suppose. Perhaps you do. Certainly seen enough to enjoy the stillness of dark, no?”

...He continued to ramble, and didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon.