I'm assuming 'Hepard' is supposed to be 'Shepard', but thanks. Though I don't think *every* girl out there digs the scars as much as certain others do.

It's... going. I mean, at least it gives me time to focus on myself, right?

Phrasing.

But, uh, thaaaat depends entirely on what rifle you're talking about... polishing.

Well that's... something. You're welcome to try, no one's stopping you. Word of advice between friends, though, you might want to glue some metal plating to your body. Maybe stop eating so much butter, too.

She's not really in to, you know, squishy.

... It's not too uncommon for us to get a little... bitey with our companions, especially when they're of the, uh... softer variety. I guess turians can get a little territorial.

... it's, uh, not all that interesting. It's about as exciting as asking Shepard about her digestive tract.

Don't actually do that. Trust me. Just don't.

History. It comes with working for C-Sec, it doesn't matter now. We're good, Chellick.

Just... no more leaving the krogan issues of Fornax around my work space, yeah?

Well, I guess so. We're not so big on those comic book things back on Palaven. They'd rather our youth focus on shaping up for the military. The closest thing to super heroes in our culture are turians that make it as Spectres, and that's only among the turians that *like* Spectres.

My father isn't one of those turians.

Shepard's heart.

I mean that metaphorically, of course.

I think it would be good for your species if the galaxy was more educated on quarian physiology. You know, just looking out for you and all that.

I'd question why Commander Shepard was walking around her ship in the nude.

It has... a lot of sentimental value. I put it to the side. This one's just an updated model, no big deal.

... I also got a bit tired of seeing that scratched out name up in the corner, but that's uh, another story entirely.

Well, this, and sometimes I seal off the door to the battery and rock out to some Expel 10, just for the hell of it.

... Can it wait for a bit? I'm in the middle of emailing Tali about her immune system.

Wrex.

I hope you haven't fried any Salarian liver, lately.

I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to get anywhere near Saren's junk. It's probably part Reaper.

You know, there isn't much of a point in telling me this anonymously. Not that I'm complaining.

... There's a starship named after us?