Nina bellies up to the bar at a convenient-enough moment. Shepard watches her a moment, looks back at the barkeep, who provides no clues. Alright, good-looking redhead in a bar; with this much, she can cope.

"Sorry, no. This is new," She says, setting her glass down, bottom-up to illustrate the volume. All the tension is gone out of her, alcohol and whatever-the-hell-else doing its work, "But let me get a few more of these down, and maybe we'll see what happens."

Just because Shepard knows what it's like to be that woman, it doesn't follow that she's immune to the charms. But then, she has had a few, today.

"What's your name? I'm Jane. Most people call me Shepard, though."