"Oh hell..." Kaidan mutters, scrubbing a hand over his face before peering over at Zarya with a slow shake of his head. It's as if the spirit of Ashley Williams has reincarnated itself in a cheerful tank of a Russian woman. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he says dryly, before the promise of stew wins an honest chuckle from him. (And a small rumble from his stomach -- shovelling off rooftops is suprisingly heavy work.)

"Just be careful," he warns. "Ma Morozov's stew is so delicious you might just find yourself up on her roof, too."