Shepard pilled her hand out, hung the net up, and leaned her forehead against the cool glass before she, too, started to laugh. The eels hadn't ever really given a shit about dead fish before, so she was almost certain the tank's occupants were mocking her.

Eventually, she eased herself down the stool, still laughing enough that she had to lean into Garrus.

"Rude eels," she finally got out.