Her first response is a laugh, an unwieldy, half-surprised sound, strangled in her throat. Is she good? No. No of course not. What a question to ask! Who the hell could be good, under under these circumstances.

"Sure," Shepard says, shaking her head as she smiles for the absurdity of it all, "Nice to meet you, Nina."

And you know, it actually is nice. Nina is the first person she's met in years that Shepard knows for absolute certain, she won't be asked to kill. Whether or not that makes them friends, she doesn't know, but with a bellyfull of wine and whiskey, it's feeling pretty close.

"Thanks for the warning," that's another joke; Shepard's had enough by now that she knows the dangers, and has resolved not to care, "But I'm fine. How about you tell me about the Ogreslayer part, and I'll buy you a drink."

It's a good thing the drinks are free here, because she has absolutely no money.