"I'm a transplant," she replies, unconsciously reaching up to brush her fingers across the Legion logo on the breast of her shirt, where there would usually be an N7. "Most of the team is. Mostly human too, but there are a few other synthetics kicking around."

'Synthetic' isn't a pejorative when she says it. If Drift had met her earlier in her life it might have been, but this Shepard has served with machine intelligences on the hardest mission of her career, a mission that would not have succeeded without her inorganic crew members. They would lay down their lives for their crewmates as readily as any organic would, and for her part, Shepard no longer toes the Citadel party line about the inescapable dangers of AI and other synthetics.