When he mentions the depth perception issue, she feels a momentary pang; he'd mentioned vision issues, was it still that bad? But this isn't the time.

"Yeah, I got it," Shepard hefts his pack in both hands, hauling along until she can stand watch while he straps it on, fixing their hostage with what she knows is a murderous look in her eyes. It's a good look, truly; she's seen it in the mirror, but he seems antsy, regardless, "Hey. Eyes on me."

The man looks up slowly, reluctant as a guilty child. She waits.

"You know Summoned have powers that you natives can't match, right? I can hit you at a hundred meters, easy. Don't get stupid: you can't outrun me, and I will kill you."

The bandit swallows, and goes back to studying the ground he's standing on. No, there won't be any escape today.