"Right," said Martha, slowly building the picture of the society he was talking about. Her eyes narrowed just a touch at the police brutality bit, and that he was a cop or an ex-cop, though she'd not had a problem with them much directly, thank god. Leo got stopped more than he should, and it was fucked up, that, but fortunately nothing else.

"Turians are your people, then," she said, face easing a little bit. "But you know humans, and you don't look a thing like this, usually. Right. Sorry to be sticking to basics but it's the easiest place to start; not exactly where my own time is at, or universe, or whichever it is. Forgive me for starting slow?"

She cleared her throat, watching him wince a little as he mentioned intraspecies conflict, and smiled wryly in response. "Would you believe I'm used to that sort of thing?" she said. "You're forgiven. Black's skin pigmentation, yeah, people with darker tones of skin, like me, to put it wayyy too simply. It's hard for me to picture a culture where there's not...intra-species conflict. Hard, not impossible."