Her voice (familiar, sort of like her mother's) jars him from his thoughts, and it takes him a moment to register her as Fareeha. She looks so much like Ana that it jars him too, to the point where he forgets for a moment that he's wearing his mask and visor.

He breathes deep, acutely aware of the exhale against the inside of his muzzle.

"We might be."

They are, he knows that already. Jack has no reason to hide his identity, not when everyone else knows, and better for her to hear it from him than someone else. The hard part is ripping off the band-aid.

"If you're asking after Reinhardt Wilhelm, then we are."