[Zam shrugs.] Call it a necessary adaptation. [She had been a fairly optimistic person even before arriving on the Moira, though dying had put a considerable dent in that trait when she first arrived.
Zam gives Shepard a half-impressed, half appraising look at their story.] You must be one tough barve. [She takes another swig of her drink.] What kind of weapon was it? A fusion cannon? [Even if the exact term is unfamiliar to Shepard, it’s clearly said in jest.]
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Zam gives Shepard a half-impressed, half appraising look at their story.] You must be one tough barve. [She takes another swig of her drink.] What kind of weapon was it? A fusion cannon? [Even if the exact term is unfamiliar to Shepard, it’s clearly said in jest.]