It's a good throw. But then, she's seen him get better distance on grenades before, if with better footing— still. Shepard winces away from the flare, and grimaces to see the blackened lump that's left behind.

"Well, so much for that sensor," She sighs going over to crouch down and examine the mess; the destruction is complete. Why such a complicated design, anyways? Did it really need spider legs, and the ability to scream in terror? Maybe getting into robotics just made people a little crazy, "It was defective from the start, if you ask me."

Which is to say, not their fault.

"Let's go turn in the wreckage, see if we can't get a replacement. Otherwise, this is wash."