[A little chuckle escapes her lips again.] Remind me to check around town for him. He sounds like the kind of person I could rely on in the long term.

[Shepard poises herself on it -- though not without fiddling with the console first, and making the appropriate atmosphere for sparring; the construct that she recreates is nothing more than a spacious, dull metal room, but it was functional. She didn't need anything prettying up what was to be a battlezone.

She soon takes her place on the mat, cracking her knuckles.] Ready to go?