"Different like... he was taking things seriously?" it was hard to describe. The March he'd met seemed to laugh in the face of authority and buck at the rules.

"The ones working on him said he'd attacked them before," the one who called himself Walrus, he was pretty sure, "and one of them had some kind of weapon trained on him, like they thought he might do so again."

He took a long drink, mulling the rest over. If the ceramic rabbit was his real face, like Shepard though, and he was made? How did that even work? Still, Shepard was living proof that it did, standing right in front of him.

"Mm, so people who are made, instead, they're susceptible? To that re-calibration thing?"