"The headlights of oncoming extinction do have a way of focusing the mind," she agrees, not quite as dry as the Master Chief, but then, no one is.

"My name's Cortana, by the way," she tacks on, belatedly realizing she hadn't introduced herself before things had gotten so strangely heavy. She already knows who he is, but doesn't expect humans to be able to datamine on the fly. Or at all.

See, this is why you organics need her.