"Hey, nobody ever died in the Mako," Shepard retorts, scruffing his hare moth, as if to do the tossing for him, and then... She considers it a minute. It's very fluffy, "Y'know, at least it's not Pyjacks. Or those... cow things. Space cows."

She doesn't know what they're properly called, and doesn't care to. Anything with that many limbs is not a good thing, in her book. There's a reason Shepard doesn't trust any kind of large animal. They're all dangerous. Here, have this thing back, Vakarian, since you like it so much.

"Between you and Liara, I swear. I am a good driver."