Shadowy government organization studying a mysterious phenomenon sounds glaringly similar to the PPDC's origins. Mako says nothing. If that life is really so far behind her, there is little point in mentioning it.

She devotes her attention instead to the arrangement of panels indicating the object they seem to be approaching.

"It does," she says. It's impossible to tell what their ship may look like from the outside, but the ship opposite them seems oddly warped, nothing like the sleek metallic exterior of a jaeger. Its colors are too whorled, its design too arachnidian and peculiarly curled.

"It doesn't look friendly," says Mako, dubiously.