Kaidan, meanwhile, is left with picking out the English from amid the hill dialect, and the odd Russian word that matches up with his See Spot Run level of Ukrainian. (It's a long distance between mass relays, sometimes, and a man is occasionally bored enough to try some extranet learning about his distant heritage.) He completely misses what sparks the laughter, although some subtle male instinct about what two women might find to laugh about with him in the room has him looking vaguely uneasy.

Whatever he was going to say vanishes as soon as Zarya translates, leaving him with his mouth open and one hand raised. Eventually he closes it, ears gone faintly pink. "Well, uh... tell her thank you? I think?" My, what a lovely hand-carved shelf on that wall over there, let's stare at it for a bit, yes.