Shepard nods at the general size and shape of the stone, moving back to her former position on the pod wordlessly. Ready to pull the damn spear off and get to the hunt, as soon as he applies the right pressure. It's soothing, really, falling right back into routine even in the strange world. Focus on the mission, accomplish mission with team, move on to the next one. With some small talk in between.

Home One didn't mean much to her, but considering how her focus had been on leading the war (or the ruthless calculus of war, as Garrus had called it) rather than watching every ship under her watch, she wasn't surprised. She barely knew what her own crew had been up to towards the end, never mind ever ship ready to fight the Reapers.

"A pilot? That's lucky, I'm better in the gunner seat. Now all we need's a ship."