[ The sound of crunching bone -- and Mikhail's gurgle of pain -- is distinctly satisfying. Shepard gives them both a tight grin, studying the tableau and shaking his head. The adrenaline's still running high, at the moment, so he tries brushing Kaidan's attention's off distractedly while he keeps talking -- ignoring the encroaching sense of lightheadedness. ]

I figured he'd need medical attention. [ ... Never mind himself, apparently. Mikhail still doesn't seem to intend to go down easy, though, face setting into deep lines of pain while he tried to extract himself from Lightning's foot, swearing in earnest in a language Shepard can't understand: Russian, he assumes, but hell if he really knows. His lips twisted. ]

And I'm sure our bosses will be interested in what he has to say. [ His voice dropped into something harsher, for just a moment, eyes hard. ] You can understand us, can't you?

[ The Russian didn't answer, just bared his teeth and spat at them before he wrenched his hand free -- not to attack, this time, but to bolt away. ]