She laughs, in part at his offended act, and in part at the way the man reacts when he says it. You'd think nobody'd ever called him Shepard's attack-dog... or maybe Turian marines are more subtle than the Human versions are.

"Oh go on," She says, gesturing at his retreating back, "You've been wanting to show off your sharpshooting with that thing for a while."

Besides, once she starts in with the real biotics, that'll turn a break from a smart idea into an absolute necessity. Then they really will be late, in a way that a forced-march or an earlier morning departure won't be able to cover for— privately, Shepard acknowledges that a speedy rendezvous at their destination is probably a pipe-dream. But still; you gotta try. And she does love to watch him work.

"Let's see your best shot."