"It's not called space for nothing," Shepard replied. New day, new host, same shit as always; maybe she shouldn't be so surprised to see someone dressed in what looks like somebody's idea of primitive savage leather and beading going crazy over the view. She wouldn't be the first, and probably not the last.

"Humans have been in space for a few hundred years," Shepard continues, taking pity. The girl probably didn't even see her here, sitting against the wall and working at minor armor repairs, "Most of the other races have had it for thousands. It's a predictable hazard-- you fuck up, you die. Survival requires perfection out here, but... the enemy you know, right?"

Right.

"Some people even like it. Go figure."