"I've been called worse than picky." Tabris replied cheekily, looking over the other people. "I guess I made out better than some people--So did you, have you seen Joel? Poor man. Poured out a beer in honor of him. Andraste bless his soul." She made a gesture with her hands that was probably something similar to crossing yourself for Christians. "Look at that woman, those boobs are one jiggle loose from escaping for the promised land. Maybe I should ask to dance with her instead."

She grinned at Shepard, giving a shrug. "I hit on everyone I think is hot, Commander. Ask me to stop, I'll do it. And for the record, I have no fucking idea how to dance like--that." She gestured at the people bumping and grinding and whatever else Capitolites do. "It looks like it involves a lot of flailing around like an idiot, though, which I can probably manage, while scandalizing everyone from Thedas."