[Slowly, she takes a seat next to him. She's drained, yet it's not the same sort of exhaustion she'd expect from her fires wearing her out.

It's mental as well.]

Yeah. [She sniffles a little.] I need to talk to someone a little more level-headed than D'Artagnan anyway. And someone who wasn't trying to actively kill me in the Black Box.

[Not that D'Artagnan wasn't level-headed, it was just that he's as rash as she is at times. Garrus? Not so much.]