Drack: Peebee, you’re sure you’re not half-Krogan?
Peebee: Nope, why?
Drack: Your attitude. Agression. The way you don’t take shit from anyone.
Peebee: My mother mated exclusively with other Asari…
Drack: Is that right?
Peebee: Except when she conceived me. My father was an Elcor.
Drack: You’ve gotta be kidding.
Peebee: Offended indignation: Why, doesn’t it fit?
Drack: You’re as far from an Elcor as I can imagine.
Peebee: Then it makes perfect sense, right?
Drack: Heh, I suppose so. You little rebel…
[Later.]
Peebee: My mother had me extremely late in life. She’d slowed down to the point my Elcor father was the quick-witted one.
Drack: Your household must’ve been a hoot.
Peebee: That’s why I’m here.
Drack: Nobody else on the team seems to know much about you.
Peebee: How I like it.
Drack: So why you telling me all this stuff.
Peebee: Ah, you’re almost dead anyway.
Drack: [Hearty laugh.]