"What?" He gives her a look with eyebrows scrunched as he thinks back over what he said. If she was intimidating to begin with, she's packed on a whole thick layer more just with that movement. The thing is, it doesn't do much to shut him up.

It takes a moment because it hardly feels important, but when it clicks his eyebrows fail to unbunch. "Calm down, would you? I just said I owe you a shitton of favors, and you get on my case for an indirect reference? I'm saying then you were just some chick I didn't know, and it's not like I had time to ask then, is it?"

By the end he's frowning pretty plainly.

"I'm not just going to call you 'chick' now, Shepard. I didn't want you to die fighting that guy for me, and I'm sorry you did, but give me some credit here."