York had only ever come close to dying once, on Sacrosanct, and she doesn't want to think about that again. If Garrus and North hadn't pulled her out of there when they did, it would've been a hell of a lot dodgier. Those vorcha weren't messing around.

She looks relieved -- tired, but relieved, and she lets out a slow, long breath through her nose. "Thanks," she says, her voice still a little creaky. "I'm not really hungry now, but I bet I will be later. Hey, maybe pick up a movie or somethin', too. Gotta have somethin' to do around the house."

She doesn't want to, but she has to take it easy for at least a day or two. She can't go back to work in this condition, anyhow. She's got painkillers in her system now, but later, it's gonna hurt. She remembers what it's like.