"Giant lakes and aliens huh?" She raised a brow at him, with an almost cocky and smug smile on her lips. "Well, if that's all it is I don't think you shall ever have anything to worry about." She tossed her chips in the pot, and looked at her cards. "Kicking alien ass is something I've got some decent experience in." She looked over at the bag she'd come in with, with it's busted armor and empty weapon, carefully folded up under a towel, and back at Coulson. "So, if you ever decide you want to go out there, you let me know."
Just, give me a little time. She thought, grateful that the bandages were covered by the clothes she'd managed to pick up from the hospital. Shepard was in no fit state, nor any kind of rush, to go saving people from aliens. If she were to admit it, honestly, this place really wasn't that bad. Sure, it wasn't where she belonged, and not at all what she was used to, but it was absolutely better than the alternative. That didn't mean, however, that if someone came up to her, telling her they needed her help with some aliens somewhere, that Shepard wouldn't have gone running; she just hoped it didn't come to that.
"What're we supposed to do about that, anyway?" Shepard asked, happy to change subjects. "I have absolutely no idea what it's like trying to find a job where I'm from, most of the them just get handed down to me by superiors, or I just go off and find what needs doing and get it done, and I doubt it's likely my military credentials and pension will be recognized here." She paused. "And what I've got, if you can show me where and how to spend it, will go toward food." Since that, clearly, seemed the most important thing to her, everything else? That was just a benefit.