"I have the complete UNSC navigational database," she says, almost dreamy. Cortana doesn't really understand learning, not where facts or figures are concerned. She understands knowing, new data flowing into her as simply and inexorably as mass seeks the bottom of a gravity well. She has to consciously avoid acquiring information. How could she not know the names and galactic coordinates of every star, even the ones these limited eyes couldn't see?

"Reach is in that constellation." Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Tex's knockoff Mjolnir, her current human senses not identifying it as a robot body like her own. "In our universes, anyway."