Blank/Shepard
Shepard shook her head. Of course. All the well wishers in the galaxy, and beyond, wouldn't be able to find her in the pit of sorrow she was in. It was hard to know if she would even want them to. But she wouldn't mind a bottle or two being thrown down for her.
She shifted a little and resituated herself so she was as comfortable as could be, with a broken leg, and saluting.
Most wounded animals tried to bite the ones that tried to help them. She was no different.