[ York actually lets out a scoff -- more of a laugh, because Garrus how did you go from insisting she's delusional to making sure she stays on the straight and narrow. ]

What -- you gonna keep an eye on me now?

[ York shrugs, pushing her empty glass across the bar. ]

Look, this place isn't exactly my top vacation spot. Hell of a lot more immediately dangerous than Sacrosanct, too. So if takin' my place here means selling my talents to the highest bidder, what else am I gonna do, huh? I got expertise, I oughta use it.