"...And if you wanna leave?" She asks, glancing sidelong. And then, more abruptly, "Nevermind, don't answer that."

It's a strange thing, to look at someone so tall and formiddable, and to realize that she's looking at what is in all probability, someone no more powerful than any exploited victim. Oh, he could probably kick her ass, or at least give her a good run for her money... but for all that Shepard did love a fight, physical violence really couldn't solve most of the world's problems.

Maybe strange wasn't the right word; what differentiated her imagination's view of Sephiroth from that of any given Krogan was more about species than specifics. It was, weirdly, harder to see it coming from her own people.

Something to work on.

"Tell me about your specialization, instead."