"Uh-huh," She agrees. But he can see how that's worse, she hopes. One of your own, acting against what are ostensibly the possessions of another nation, without permission? How does that look?

Shepard shrugs, a gesture made less effective by the way the bird has stubbornly refused to be dislodged, and is in fact making its way up to perch where he can more easily preen her hair.

"Well, whatever they want to do, I'm sure we'll all be glad when it's done," She sighs, gently trying to reposition him, and succeeding only in somehow facilitating his desire to be petted. This is what she gets for encouraging the beast, "This is why I don't really go in for prisoners in the first place. Too much paperwork. Too much process."