"I think I can handle a bunch of creepy crawlies, James," Shepard called back, grabbing one misguided alien and beating it with her fists.
It was conserving ammo. Seriously, it was a tactic. Look it up.
Why was flirting here easier anyway? Habit, she supposed. Most likely Garrus and Kamiko would be just as bad right now. Diving behind some crates, Shepard tried to pick out some of their long range snipers. Those shots were getting too close for comfort.