[Here, have a staring and androgynous young woman. Seriously, the "woman" part is hard to tell. She has a slight accent, Japanese if Shep would recognize it.]

What the hell is that...?

[Yes, she's seen collars. No, she hasn't seen one that does that.]

I remember that. They killed me, once. I am still not very comfortable with them, to be honest.

[She still isn't happy that they don't take her seriously, either. Double-standards, what are those?]

No, you're not.

[Haruka shakes her head a bit.]

I don't trust most of this, but that less. I do not work well with authorities, at any rate, so... I avoid them, and they do not bother me. I still expect guns every time I see those masks.

Ah?

[Haruka looks curious, but at the same time has a kind of wry understanding to her voice.]

Why? Did you treat them as we did when we came back from the other times?

A number of us tried to attack, heh. We assumed we were under attack, so many of them coming up on us at once. But they knew some of our names, and just... wanted us to go through decontaminating.

[It had been unpleasant, but at least not a firefight, in the end.]

I think they are... nicer than I am.

[There's just a little chuckle there.]

But most of the others never got killed by them, either, so there is that, too.

Yes, that too.

[Haruka eyes her across the connection.]

Have you had any luck with other people who can help you take that off?

[She has indeed, and she nods in satisfaction.]

Ah, good. I like that one. We understand each other, a bit. He'll help you out.