The Prothean approaches you with a curious look on his cold face, running a hand along your azure and indigo skin. You look just as he imagined. You are alien to him, sure, but your coloring reminds him of the Protheans of old. There is hope on the ancient warrior's face. Perhaps this trip to Omega was worth it after all.

Are you Asari? Turian? Salarian? Or maybe even Quarian? Regardless, the Prothean's eyes fall squarely upon you.

"I will take this one," he says, pointing at you.