[Shepard is still trying to be lighthearted here, if she can't do light-bodied, so she snorts.] You thinking of all the bones you didn't get around to replacing last time?

[It might sound like snarking. She hopes her voice conveys that that isn't the case - she'd never resented what the Lazarus Project involved, when it was that or being dead - but it's a little hard when she's jarring over Miranda's shoulder, trying not to be a sack of potatoes. Knowing she's got three hours of this to look forward to... and after that, god knows.]

Damn. [The tight curse escapes her before she can help it.] If only I had a gun, at least I could cover your back... [Not from this position she couldn't, but it's nice to dream.]