"Well, we're not exactly a common genetic group, for one," Shepard replies, amused; here they go, hand in hand. Very unprofessional— but nobody's there to see it, anyways, "Humans have a long history of fixating on minor differences in appearance: there's a lot of war and bigotry there. People can be real pieces of shit. Then we discovered people from other planets, and most of that got transferred in Palaven's direction— in case you're wondering if Shanxi is the only reason Alliance soldiers love to badmouth Turians."

Most being the key word, naturally. There would always be a mean little streak of discernment in the human race, in Shepard's opinion: that ugly, tribalistic urge to separate the world into Us and Them. Humans aren't unique there, either, and Shepard's not much of a fan of the attitude, though she doubts Garrus needs to be told that. Taking on alien crewmembers had not been a popular move, back on the SR-1.

"Anyways, it's not legal to comment on someone's skin-color like that, in the Alliance. You better believe Anderson would bust anybody who said something stupid right back down to Ensign, if not kicked 'em off the ship outright, and I ran my crew the same, ergo... you won't have encountered it. Not that anybody says shit about me, anyways— they've got better reasons to hate me, if they want 'em. That's all kid stuff."