Probably the card. I'd be quick, too, if I was waiting on someone with potentially infinite wealth. [There's a beat, as she considers.] Probably.

[Shep downs the last third of her new pineapple, tapping away at her omnitool with a sort of reckless glee and abandon. Her face may not be showing much, but her attitude, already rather friendly, brightens with each passing drink. Shepard, by all accounts, is a very cheerful drunk.

There's a bright ping! on her MID, which she swipes, taps and smiles.]

There! Check your MID. De nada.