[She tries, with everything she's got, to focus on what Garrus is saying - on these people she doesn't know, but wants to commit to memory because she will - even though it's hard to drag her thoughts away from admirals and treason and geth. If it had been most other people, maybe she wouldn't have - she'd have wallowed in misery and told herself she deserved to feel sorry for herself just this once.

But he's trying, and that makes her want to try. Want to - not feel like she has to.]

That sounds you were making a really bad joke. Two krogan and a merc walk into a bar and do shots. No survivors.

[Her face twists wryly.] As long as somebody got more drunk than I did, though, I might be able to live it down.