"Suit yourself," Shepard drawls, amicable to the notion of drinking by herself, which she'd been plenty happy to do even before you showed up, thanks.

It's a good story though, she'll admit it, full of vivid imagery. She isn't exactly sure what an ogre looks like, except of course that they're big, and have one eye and— hands? Hard not to picture her own nearest comparison, the ugly, looming face of the Reaper Larvae like a hematite skull with glaring red optical sensors for eyes. Climbing something like that, while it tried to swat you off and kill you? Punching it to death, bare-handed?

"Impressive," She says, and means it, "I've fought a few big ones in my time, but not unarmed."