"Yeah.... no," Shepard shakes her head, a smile sneaking in around the corners, much despite herself, "I mean, they did get me. But this isn't an arena."

Unbelievable as that might seem, Shepard's casual holstering of her weapon is evidence to support it. She checks the entrance, of course she does, but not more than a glance. Nothing like the wariness any sensible person couldn't help but have, given the concept of 'a hundred go in, one comes out.'

"Want a little help?"