"Maybe if I shovel enough shit, I'll get the chance to get some local views too," says Kaidan, giving perhaps some idea of what has him out in the hot sun, surrounded by manure. He doesn't seem inclined to give away much more at the moment, although he remains as good-humoured as one can reasonably be while, as mentioned, surrounded by manure.

There's a pause in the conversation as he sets to work transferring again, then breaks to work through a few shoulder and back stretches. "I read all the non-classified files I could, but they're mostly all written by the Cetagandans themselves."