*Nervous from his mother glaring at him because of a drunk voicemail sent by his partner, Tali, and trying not to die from embarrassment of the voicemail that was played*

"That sloppy drunk would be Tali… Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Normandy," John explained, his voice strained and fighting to maintain its composure in the face of Hannah Shepard's scathing glare. "I… might be dating her."

*A bit after joining Tali in the Normandy's bar, a small comment from Tali giving Shepard the thought of doing a Vorcha impression*

"AHHHHH TALI'ZORAH. ENOUGH. TOO LOUD, TOO LOUD!" *he hissed at her.* "NO MORE TALK. BREAK YOUR OMNI-TOOL NOW!"

*Continuing to comfort Tali from an alcohol-induced depressed outburst after she asked why Shepard didn't tell her much about his life compared to her*

"Are you kidding? I would be more than happy to tell you whatever you want, but I can't help it if you love to talk about yourself and your people and how it related to you since we met," *he pointed out with a slight amusement to his tone.* "Jesus, I couldn't convince you to shut up about it when we were on the first Normandy, by the time we were onto the SR-2 I was more knowledgeable about your race than my own!"