She'd been more thinking aloud than assuming Dick's a fool, but Shepard acknowledges his clarification with a nod.

While she lacks his experience with true telepaths, she's always radiating confidence, and the pair of them are just sort of standing there dripping surplus presence all over the sidewalk as the Titanians do their thing with eyes glassy and distant.

"Sure beats a low crawl," Shepard says approvingly, examining the unfamiliar bit of gear Dick's handed her, but her half-smile turns into a squint when she can't figure out how to get the rebreather to generate the hard light mask she's expecting.