"Uh-huh, whatever," Shepard replies as Peter corrects her and then very, very stiffly presses himself up against her and reaches around toward her ass--and then the door snaps open. She cocks a brow at him and, since she is directly blocking the way out, has him at her mercy a moment as she stares.

"Do that again and you'll owe me dinner," Shepard says, deadpan, and then abruptly steps back and away from him, out into a hallway. She half expects him to come tumbling out but, through some small miracle, he doesn't.

Unfortunately, there is no man with a gun in the hall.

"Damn," Shepard says dispassionately as she stares at the bulkheads. They're very plain and very bare. "Guess we should keep an eye on the vents."