[Shepard notices the gun with a conflicted sort of pride, but keeps that to herself, instead addressing Jocelyn's question with a wry almost-smile in return.]

Physically? I'm fine, to hell with what these local docs have to say. [Which isn't entirely fair of her--'trust me, I'm just goddamn fine' isn't nearly as convincing as you'd think, especially because they don't know a thing about her cybernetics or advanced rate of healing.

But 'physically' isn't the problem, and Shepard's pretty sure it's not what the telepath was asking, either.

So she shakes her head a little.] 'Stir-crazy' doesn't even begin to describe it. The locked door can probably tell you all you need to know. [If she weren't fighting tooth and nail to get the hell out of here, they wouldn't have bothered to lock it.]