"There you go. You solved it, that's the fucking cure for Reapers. Not giving a shit," She wants a beer and she's going to have a beer and the image of Garrus' judging face in the back of her mind isn't going to stop her, "Now who's saving the galaxy huh? The Man Who Cured The World, Joel--"

She of course hadn't opened it. For one thing, she was distracted, and for another, she was lying to herself and everyone else if she said that Garrus' opinion of her didn't matter. But still, the glass felt good in her hand, as did the weight.

"...Do you even have a last name?"

Seriously, how long has she known you and not yet figured out your name. It's unfair.