"That wasn't supposed to happen," Severa protested, and it really wasn't. It's not like she woke up and said "today, I'm gonna piss off a turian and get in a standoff" or anything. "Do you have any idea what it's like having to live like I do? Gods, I'm used to less than ideal conditions, but at least the barracks had decor."

Making an obscene gesture towards ladylike behavior in her head, Severa quaffed her mead in an impressive amount of time, almost (but not quite) fast enough that she couldn't taste it. Without a cloth to maintain some illusion of decorum, she wiped her mouth on her sleeve. The smile returned soon after, but more confident and sly this time, as though she'd just performed a magic trick.