"We weren't that loud, make Ronan shield your room if he hasn't already, and don't be a moron. If we minded having you here, someone would say so, and it's not like we hold regular orgies."

Sorry, Kaidan, but Emma's blunter-than-usual - and less willing to try and block out basic narrative - before her fifth (or sixth) cup of coffee. Hazard of living with her.