-Yes indeedy. Toronto is a pretty big place... granted, not as big as the largest American cities, but still big-
Joker: Okay. Uh... alright. Okay, don't be alarmed if you see any snubs coming up in the window, the Canadian government just wants us to have an escort to make sure we aren't screwed with... don't see why we need one...
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Joker: Look out the window.
-Indeed, to either window is a single CF-18 Hornet fighter jet-
Joker: Sheesh, you'd think the ship that killed the Reapers wouldn't need an escort...
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Falken: ...Isn't it supposed to be like some...hairy pig-like Pokemon thing? -tilts his head-
Wren: ...Oh. This'll be fun.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.-The pilot on-board that particular Hornet is just staring at Pit sitting on the glass and silently radioing "there's an angel sitting on the canopy. Yes, you heard me. Look up."-
Joker: Anyway... we should be landing somewhere in Ottawa, if they can clear a spot for us.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Joker: Alright, we're getting sent to a field somewhere in the middle of nowhere... Gov't tells me it's the only place we can land. I think there's a small settlement nearby, but I guess you can all stay on the Normandy if you wanna...
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-As Falken says this, the Normandy suddenly swerves to the right, to dodge the CN Tower, directly over Toronto-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."