"Hey, I didn't invite 'em," She raises a half-joking middle finger at him when he mentions snow. This is a dessert, asshole, "Take it up with the Singularity. Better yet, take it up with Tuchanka, for exporting their wildlife everywhere."

Ah, her fish. It's kind of a funny idea, really: imagining that stupid tank lining the wall of the barracks. The walls of the Free Cities fort were adobe and stone, cut and placed by hand, mortared with local soil. They weren't exactly "primitive" but there was a certain... oldness to them, an immovability. One day, when someone finally got around to rigging the place with electric lights, they'd have to put the wiring outside the walls, rather than in them.

"I think I've killed enough fish for one lifetime," She said, still smirking at the mental juxtaposition of it; the whole idea of the place seemed totally at-odds with those fish, the real ones at least, "At least the Horizon ones don't starve when I forget to go up there too many shifts in a row."