"Good." Behind her makeshift mask, Éowyn's smile was sharp, and some of that flinty determination reflected in her eyes. "I would hardly wish to be teamed with anyone who wishes for death. But one with people to fight for, well..." That was someone she could understand, someone who had a reason to fight their hardest.

She shook her head, glancing back up at Shepard. "We can but hope fortune favours us, and none of us must make the choice."