"Guess you're both right," Jacob allowed. "We just have to have faith in Samara. And the Commander. We've definitely all seen a lot worse than this." He crossed his arms again, then looked over his shoulder at the frigid ocean stretching out behind him. In this light, and from this distance, it was impossible to really see anything. Certainly not a Soviet war fleet, or an escaped asari Justicar swimming back to shore with game-changing news.

He looked back with his face resolved. "Look, there's no point brooding out here like this. All worrying accomplishes is getting us cold and stressed. I'm headed back to the camp. Maybe somebody needs help keeping the fire fresh. Anyone want to come with?"

Samara could take care of herself. Jacob had known that before, but now he was accepting it and was ready to move on until the situation changed and action was needed. His ability to process stuff like this was one of his powers almost as much as his biotics were.