Stars and earth, that's them— Shepard's skin is no less black than Istredd's, a scabby field of obsidian and stone overlaying her molten core. She's on the warpath, burning extra hot today.

"What didn't you do?" She glances at the nearest blackboard, crowded with scribbles, and then discards it as irrelevant, moving on, "You know you don't have to tell your little toadies every damn thing that pops into their heads, right?"