"I have to find my other friends," that's Shepard, she of the eclectic allies, always, "I'll be leaving when the sun's up, if I can. Do my best to hold up my end, but this'll go better for everyone if we're not stepping on each other's toes."

A lot of hunters made for a lot of meat, but only if they didn't drive off what little there was. And, in this case, that didn't look like much. You're kind, Cullen, and practical enough-- Shepard offers him a smile for his certainty.

"Should I assume I'll be welcome back, if we run into each other again?"