"That's the spirit," A nudge with her elbow, to try and jostle Jesper out of his brooding by pure, physical force, "Hey, maybe they'll get all religious and uppity after a while, stage some kind of jailbreak. Betcha somebody would offer a bounty about it."

Have fun, get paid. That's the mercenary way of life, isn't it? And the risk consummate to the reward... and counter to the honor. But then, that's why Shepard goes in for the actual military, and gets her joys in the margins, ultimately. Despite everything, she still believes in the system... But of course, she knows Jesper follows other schools of thought.

"You know, what you need is a drink. Enough of this crap; let's go. I'm buyin'."