.VENGEANCE.

          “Oh!”

She doesn’t even know what a Prothean is, but at least she could place a name on his race! That’s helpful.

          “Papa’s…somewhere, I think. I’m not too            sure. Is it alright if I just call you Mr. Fishy?            Mr. Pro-thee-in is kinda hard to pronounce.”

   All four of his eyes watch the tiny child in annoyance; which was better? Having the young ape butcher his native tongue or pacify her with a more simplistic version ( though incorrect ) of his name, and fighting a battle with a child so young was... not that of a soldier. Not a respected one, anyway.

     “I don’t see what else you could be, Mr. Fishy.       Tall, definitely! But something else?”

Cue the innocent shrug. She’s a clueless lil’ bugger.

   There’s a long exhale of air from four of his nostrils, but he keeps face.

     “Well then where else do I go, Mister Fishy?”

Because it’s stuffed with crab meat and the flaky pastry part puffs out while it’s baking

…… They’re called crab puffs.

Why. 

Crab puffs !!!!!

...

[ stares at the food Sheila told him to get. What was it? ]

....

Commander.