She looks at him flat-eyed and still a little sour. One thing Shepard wasn't up for, was being someone's little lab experiment. Never again. And maybe, in a sane and normal world, he wouldn't have been suggesting that. It may not be his intention, even now, but...

Well, they aren't currently inhabiting a world that could be called sane. Or normal.

"How does somebody get to be a cultivator, anyways?" she asks, quite as if the pause had been for actual contemplation and not just brooding, "You just... learn it somewhere? Anybody can do it?"