[Shepard is not, as a rule, the kind of person who startles much at the concept of someone being... weird. She used to be, used to grimace at mercenaries and hesitate to take on the disaffected, the angry, or the abandoned. But that was a long time ago. Now she'll watch a grown man walk into a swimming pool, completely clothed, and say nothing.

Well, not nothing. But nothing at first.]

You alright there, pal?

[She's sitting on the edge of that pool, pants rolled up, feet in the water, shirt nowhere to be seen. Have you ever seen a sport's bra, Lan Wangji? Well, you have now. This one's not too much to look at, really, but it does the job of containing what needs contained.]

'Case, ah... I don't actually wanna have to jump in, if all that drags you down. [Her drink has a straw in it, tinkling among the ice. She takes a sip, and puts it back down— chink.] You do know how to swim, right?