There were certain things Kaidan could understand, being frustrated about being in this world? Being worried about cremated? Sure, he could get that. In fact, the longer they waited for samara to come back, the longer he started to worry about her, and he wasn't a part of the crew. Not really. This crew was different, the kind of thing that he'd missed out on.

He didn't understand this crew, their dynamic, the way they worked. He knew they were supposedly loyal to Shepard, but he didn't trust them. If course, Kaidan knew some of that may have been the fact that they'd gone into the unknown and certain death and came out alright... He was certain it was that, if not other things as well. He'd never asked, either Shepard or this crew. It was a sore subject.

He wasn't quite so silent, not nearly as quiet as Thane was. Didn't even stand a chance. The gathering was...difficult to intrude on, so he didn't say anything for a few long moments, mouth pursed in a hard line. He'd give them time, to talk, honestly, he hadn't expected to see either of them up here, but he didn't really know how to retreat without being rude.