"Well thats not what I... yeah, ok. Whatever." Shepard grinned and shook her head at Joe's apparent madness.
"You know, I'll miss your behaviour. I imagine things are going to be fairly grim back home for a long time. And thats assuming we're still around at the end of that time." Shepard glanced over at the airlock.
"Grunt! Are all the passengers back on solid ground?" As she spoke, Dromaeus appeared beside them.
"This world has made me a far richer man then when I arrived." He chuckled. "So many foes to slay, and so much great treasure to be taken from them. But now, I begin to long for Skyrim. I wish to sell these items, drink a bottle of warm mead, and run my claws through a great pile of gold." He took a burning, iridescent feather from his satchel and held it in front of his face.
"The feathers of Rude's phoenix. I believe I will keep these. As a memento of our adventures."