They listen attentively, studying the images Rolan conjures like they're studying for a school quiz. They're used to holograms, so the projections provoke no surprise or wonder - but the sheer amount of nonhuman species he's describing definitely does. And all from one planet! Maybe they have a common ancestor, so far back that it's long forgotten. They do look similar, don't they? Same basic shapes, same configuration. Someone who didn't know a Grineer's origin would never consider them the same as the Corpus, after all.

They hold their questions as he speaks though, taking it all in, and paying extra attention to the clearly personal images of Rolan's siblings, their heart aching with compassion for the family he found through loss, an all-too-familiar tale. "I'm sorry about your parents. I lost mine too." A statement of fact, not accompanied by tears. An old wound, healed over as best it ever will. Common ground, perhaps.

"Tiefling," they say, mulling over the word, putting together the pieces of commonality in their mind. "What does that mean?"