At the voice, Connie and all of her projected copies turn to look at Garrus. For all the extra people there appeared to be they were surprisingly quiet, the doubles' footsteps muted compared to Connie's. One or two flicker out of sight when she speaks; there's a limit to how much she can project and do at the same time.

"That's what I'm hoping for," she tilts her head with a curious look, her doubles mirroring her. There are some similarities between this new comer and the aliens in her world but even from this distance she can tell there's a difference to place him as a stranger.

"I'm used to something similar but on a much smaller scale."