"Mm, that 'bottom of the pot at the end of a watch' flavor." She's in the Navy, Rider. She knows from lousy coffee, and being the boss means you never have to drink the gross sludge the commissary tries to pass off on the graveyard shift, or brew your own version of it in your disgusting unwashed mug.

Still watching Eclipso through the scope, Shepard clicks her tongue. "So how long you figure we've got until she wises up and undoes whatever it is she did?"