Great, there go my plans for Secret Santa. [Shep sighs in mock-defeat, taking a long drink of her pineapple. In fact, she's almost at the bottom of the deliciously hollowed-out cup when Bruce starts observing—or remarking. Finishing it off, she almost chokes laughing at his ungainly dodge.]

Where's your Moira-gifted swim trunks, Bruce? It's only fair that I get to remark, too.