"No, no no-no-no-no. Well, a little. But No. I don't fuck up. Ever," Except that one time. But we don't need to talk about Thessia. The total destruction of a fifty-thousand year old civilization is kind of a mood killer, "...Though, he did shoot me."

She gestures just there, at her shoulder. Impact shot, dinged her shields and not much else, not even a mark through the armor.

"But it's fine. Turns out, Archangel is Garrus. So... my best friend, is a merc-hunting vigilante now. And so I gotta switch sides and fight every fuckin' gang in Omega in one huge, angry army. And then. They bring in the dropship and fire a rocket right into his face. His face. You ever see a Turian missing half his face? God. That was a shitty day."