Brilliant. [He folds his arms, glancing past the punching bag that she's stabilizing, and over at the rest of the facility. It's somewhat ironic he got to know the medbay before he made it in here. Just a little.]

Commander Shepard's putting a magical adventure together, and she's mandating a refresher course in all the basics. You probably heard. [He smiles at the telepath, benignly. There are all kinds of soldiers, shapes and sizes, but he's no frogman for sure.] Reckon footwork or a wee pistol's going to help, when everyfing goes tits up full of manticores and psychotic symptoms? I defer to your expertise.