"Now that's just daring the universe to throw more weird shit at us," Shepard complains, but mildly enough. Jokingly. Mostly joking.

She waits as he tests his creation, silently approving of the double-check, and then nods once he's done.

"Ready when you are," she says, shifting into position. Feet shoulder-length apart, her stance light but secure, ready to move into action as soon as he says. Her right arm lights up in that blue, biotic glow, a visible sign that she's trying to keep everything under control.

She's not trying to break the box, after all. Just move the lid.