Hold on-- [A pause for the crack of gunfire, the explosive pop of the grenade that follows. Shepard holds for a moment, listening for the sound of enemy combatants then-- She looks back at him across the top of her rifle, her expression somewhere between amused and the complete opposite of that.] Is this after, I don't know, an appropriate mourning period? Or is future me just all 'What the hell, smoke 'em while you get 'em?'

[Real classy, self.

She doesn't actually wait to hear the answer - or rather, expects him to give it to her while on the move as she shifts up from her point of cover, throwing herself up over the incline in the quiet and making for a heavy collection of stones and brush that she slides in behind easily enough despite the fire the movement draws.]