How was he supposed to know? There was a reason he'd sought out Shepard, because at the very least, she'd heard of the words before. He raises his hands, a bit defensively.

"Okay, okay," he huffs, "My... Dabo, he... lost an arm, when we went to the woods. They took him somewhere, to replace it and I sort of... snuck in and followed?"

He really hoped the ambient noise of the bar was enough to cover for them, if any of the queen's minions were listening in. But it was important enough to take the risk.

"He wasn't the only one they were working on. I also saw... do you know who March is? He has the rabbit helmet? Anyway, they were working on him too. They said he needed to be re calibrated... again, but that it was hard because of ah... bio molecular... transdistropia? I think?"

Even if he didn't know what the terminology meant, he knew they were messing with March's head. And making him do things he didn't want to.

"They were poking around with those wires for a while, and when he woke up, he was... different, from how I've seen him before."