It's fascinating to watch her fight, he thinks, the style definitely unique and clearly effective, but it's hard to take his eyes from the rest of the crowd without risking another gutsy brawler trying to tackle him to the floor. Still, he makes note of the names; Alliance standard, vanguard, and saves his questions for later.

"I hope I never have to see you in a real fight," he laughs. The first time he'd met her, she'd been quick to suggest shivving as a stealth tactic, and seeing her now, he was even more certain she'd meant it.

Keeping Shepard at his back means less dodging, but it also means there might as well be a wall behind him. He crouches under a swinging arm and lands a solid palmstrike to another fighter's torso, sending him flying back into a few others. Not bad, that tea, he thinks, though he might want to dial it back a little.

"Lots of numbers," he agrees, "much less actual skill, oop-"

He catches a fist, using the other's momentum to lead them out of his way, then follows with a kick to their rear as they pass him. His fighting style definitely borders on playful, rather than efficient, though it's obvious he's having no less fun.