Bo was certainly speaking her language. Shepard herself has been in for the long haul before. The knock down drag em out fights that wear away all hours of the day and into the nights. She's weather both sides of a seige. But this fight, with foreign enemies and allies alike, it wears on her in new ways and she doesn't trust herself to hold out with all the same stamina that she's used to. Not that she won't try. Never let it be said that Shepard wouldn't try right up to the bitter end. And then come back looking for more.

But the shorter, the less casualties, the better and currently that looked to include both of them. Fortunately, the commander wasn't living a life quite so on the edge. The sword, a kind of katana, makes it's appearance just as a fresh wave of ayakashi soars overhead. Thrusting the blade up she manages to slide a pair of them in half.

"Right here." She doesn't say any more than that. They could save the introductions for later. After the fight, or at least when they had a moment to breath. What she does offer Bo is a grin. She reserves a special sort of appreciation of those who live life on the edge, even more for those that live to tell about it. A fatal camaraderie of sorts.

"Well you promised danger, now lets see if I can keep up."