Shaw wasn't sure on the whole how he felt about the whole kidnapping, off-world, multiple universes business the Capitol had gotten them all tangled up in - seemed like a fine way to kick off another war they claimed they didn't want, in his opinion... But he'd already decided, purely on principle, that he'd liked Shepard.

The woman was teaching people to make bombs out of dish soup over the network. That was some big shiny brass and he had to give it its due.

But there, then, in that moment - he decided he liked Shepard personally.

Bring it on, Red.

Teeth flashing, he kicked up his pace and pulled even with her again, and then away as he veered off onto the one of the wilder paths. The trails meant for them and their likes. Narrowing, curving, slightly overgrown - not a power-walking housewife in sight.