"Yeah, there's that." She was an Aunt now. She'd definitely have to step up. Shepard got a little more comfortable in her seat. Her hands settling on her stomach. "Yeah. Batarian slavers came to take as many would go, and killed the ones that wouldn't. My parents hid me, and fought... Then I fought until the Alliance Navy could get there. I was the last one standing. But I was also sixteen." She didn't mind, blunt was easier than sweet talk.