Oh, that. [she stops humming for a moment, not really addressing it and trying to actually soap as much of her back as she can. it's not that she's being shifty, she just doesn't want to answer the question in such close proximity to where the master chief can hear it.]

I had a really bad week, and now it's over. So, why not celebrate? [technically she isn't lying - oh darn it how can she just get this one thing - ]

He was right here. 6'10, brown hair, blue eyes, about 286 pounds. I swear, he moves so quickly. [she never really noticed it because she was in the back of his head for the majority of their partnership.]