[Shepard isn't about to complain about his grooming habits, given the circumstances; hell, they're beneficial. Not that she's ever inclined to complain in other circumstances either...

She takes the second more slowly, and scrapes a bite of the coconut flesh with her teeth. It's strange, how having a little water and a bite can restore your clarity; he might've had a point about overdoing it with the magic.]

...You scared me. [There, she said it. Happy, now?] I know we're both soldiers, and we have to accept that it could happen at any point, but. I don't know.

Won't happen again. [Liar.] Much.