"And what do you know about it?" Shepard asks swirling the drink in her hand. It's starting to hit now, and she's reminded yet again of how strongly alcohol affects her now, how all her natural advantages have flown away, "That's not exactly basic stuff. You'd have to be pretty smart to already know enough to even know what you were looking at."

She's got a suspicion about you, you little bastard, and she's feeling just grumpy enough to run with it.