Desmond would set the cup down and glance towards Miranda. Once more, he was face to face with another beautiful woman. It felt surreal. Hell, even Garrus seemed a little charming. This thought process delayed his response just enough to make him look a bit awkward. With a blink, he got back on to track and made his case.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm pretty good at arguing. And fighting. It's a natural talent, really. Iris has tested me twice already, but they weren't very extensive. At least, I'm pretty confident in my abilities."