[ When he teeters, she jerks forward to catch him with the empty bottle dropping from her hands, her satisfaction over the petty revenge quickly forgotten. But he rights himself, much to her relief, and she draws back with a shake of the head and a huffed laugh. ]

Alright, alright, sit back down before you hurt yourself.

[ Shepard does her best to clean herself off with what they have. She'd have better luck going back down to the shore and washing herself off there, but it's not like either of them haven't been covered in blood before. Many times. ]

You considered going for the head? Harder target, more points.

[ And also: won't blow up into chunks. Hopefully. ]