Shepard can't help it; she laughs. It's a sharp, unintentional thing, a bark that takes on a life of its own. Is it contagious, he says, and Is Jesper in debt.

"Oh no, no. He doesn't owe me anything, yet," She likes that; the immediate confirmation, loyalty with a chaser of chagrin. That's what it's like to be friends with Jesper, alright, "He's a brat, but he's a friend. Mentioned you a time or two, that's all. And— no."

She's still smiling, and laughter colors her voice as Shepard turns, bends to pull up a rucksack from behind the post of the nearest bed, and shoulders it. She forsees a trip to Cadens in the near future.

"It's not contagious, unless I were to somehow get pregnant. Not that it's likely," She chuckles again. What a thought, contagious biotics. The world really would go to shit then, wouldn't it? "You've got friends in Cadens. There's a wagon that shuttles people back and forth a couple times a day, if you're up for it."

She doesn't comment on the aspect of pain. Life is pain, Kaz. You get used to it.