The music - or what passed for it in the Afterlife - was decidedly too loud, and Shepard was getting quite tired of it. They were waiting for some contact of Saren's, who so far had failed to appear.
Saren showed no signs of getting ready to leave, however, so she was stuck here with him, which didn't improve her mood any. Neither did the clientele, really.
Shepard snorted in disapproval at the sight of a turian wandering off with an asari, with obvious intentions.

Saren followed her gaze and gave a dry chuckle. "How typically human. Inter-species relationships still bother you? Then again, what else but that provincial attitude can I expect from a species like yours."

As ever that tone didn't fail to raise her hackles.
"How typically turian to go by first impressions, and wrong ones at that. I was merely disappointed by that woman's lack of standards."

"Really."

Shepard would probably have left it at that, save for the tone of that comment of his. She really, really hated this smugness of his.
Very well, then.
She gave him an openly appraising look, just this side of insulting, letting him know just how unimpressed she was with the view, then shrugged. "Nope. Can't say I see the appeal. I'll take your word for it that it's physically possible, but I doubt she's doing that for pleasure."

Saren stared at her, and she thought she had surprised him. Then he growled dismissively. "You once again showcase your ignorance. But I will admit you can't be expected to know better. I think it very unlikely any turian would pursue any sort of intimate relations with one of your kind." His tone was sardonic. "We tend to have better taste than that. Besides, you humans are too...fragile."

Shepard blinked, then openly laughed at that. "Fragile? Do you want to imply that you play that rough?" She laughed again. "Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Figures that your sort compensates lack of skill with physical force. And you have the gall to call us primitive."
She noted with satisfaction that he'd gotten still in that way he always did if she scored a hit in verbal sparring with him. Of course, it also meant that he was preparing for a counterstrike. It always did. He was competitive like that, and it was one of the few qualities in him that she somewhat respected.
She leaned back, relaxing in a way that was an open challenge.

Saren looked at her in a manner that she had so far tagged as thoughtful - turian faces were hard to read for starters, and with his messed-up face and cybernetics he didn't have much expression left anyway, but she was good at observing, and she was learning.
The fact that he didn't strike back immediately wasn't a good sign, because it usually meant he was taking time to formulate a battle plan, and he was good at tactics. Still, she refused to be worried.

The Spectre finally shrugged, and continued in his normal, professional tone. "I think we're done here for today. We'll try this again tomorrow. If my contact doesn't show up until then, we'll just go looking for him."
His tone of voice didn't bode well for the contact in question. Shepard approved.

She nodded, but watched him warily out of narrowed eyes.
It looked like he was going to let that comment slide, and this wasn't in character with him. More likely, the response was just postponed. He did that sometimes.