Tevus Calsis, Gun for Hire

Wink. "Almost being the key word, of course."

"Uh, you must have mistaken me for someone. I am Commander Shepard, Slayer of Reapers, Reclaimer of Lost Worlds..."

"No, that you're actually a big softie!"

"At least you're self aware. Half expected you to deny it."

"Eh, thankfully you're a softie on the inside."

"I know plenty about turian fingertips and how sharp they are, thank you very much."

"To be fair, you'd pierce most gloves..."

"You... weren't wearing gloves...?"

"Maybe pre-blended puree would have saved you..."

"A blender overwhelmed you, huh?"

"Because you failed miserably or because you got a nasty allergic reaction?"

"Anything you can't do?"

When Tali first stepped foot on the Normandy and told me the engine was too quiet, I didn't understand what she meant. Now that there's barely any crew on board, I finally get it. Way too quiet.