"Oh, I know all about the pointy bits," She drawls, mostly as a form of vengeance, before promptly setting her foot in his waiting palms— and hup. There you go, nice and smooth and professional. Just like back in basic.

"Okay, turning it on now— shit."

The bug seemed a simple enough device, if a bit creepy in her hands. Shepard would have preferred to be handling it with gloves; it looked, despite the lack of fangs, as if it could bite. But it doesn't bite. It screams, takes a running leap over both their heads, and skitters off in a drunken weave, still shrieking.

Shepard mostly still occupied with not taking a sudden swan-dive into the dirt simply mutters, "...Of course."