[It's only Shepard's long training on the brutal battlefields of the Alliance's lowest poker-tables that saves her from an undignified laugh. As it is, the brood-bond is no barrier to her amusement, filtering mind-to-mind]
('Says you, Clem! I'll take to the streets and sell my body. Love is all that will keep us afloat!')
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( 'Says you, Clem! I'll take to the streets and sell my body. Love is all that will keep us afloat!' )
[It's nice to have someone to play along with.]