"Par for the course," Kusanagi demurred in a way that invited no attack and made no apologies. Nanites? Since when had that come into play? She crossed her arms and shoved that note away for later recon.

Either way, that they were screwed was nothing other than the status quo. Since when had any of the combat situations she'd led Section Nine into been anything but impossible? Worthless intel was just an excuse for on-the-job curiosity, in her mind. At any rate, it made things interesting.

"The ship?" that was cute— Shepard still held a notion of privacy? "There's not much we can hide. So far as interfering, there are blind spots in the city, but we're hamstrung for resources without her help, so don't think killing the damn thing or setting up some kind of alternate command post will get you far."