Zeto scoffed a little. "Those in command can't just limit themselves to their own field. You have to expand your views and understandings. Only then can you make a good call when a choice comes up." Zeto finished her tube and tossed the drained thing in a nearby trash port. "And I'm a full doctor, not a medic. A medic has basic training and specializes in low grade medical procedures. I can perform surgeries and such and I trained myself extensively to do so. So keep that in mind." She definitely had a sassy side, that quarian. She stood herself up and nodded. "Thank you for listening Commander. Now if you'll excuse me... I have a lot of families to write personal letters to. They deserve to know what happened."

Come the time they had found the planet Dr. T'Soni was on, Zeto had done all the letters and grabbed some restless sleep. When she was called, Zeto quickly got up and went to the bottom level to prepare. She went to the weapon supply and grabbed her pistol. Not the most powerful pistol, but one she modified to be accurate. One good shot could fell any target and she knew all the vital spots. For her second weapon... a sniper rifle. When she grabbed it, Garrus came over to speak. "Perhaps you'd like a sub machine gun? It has less recoil for your smaller body." Garrus thought she couldn't handle the gun. She loaded it and positioned the weapon perfectly right before him as if taking aim. She was quick and her hands were good. "I wasn't all medical. My pilgrimage forced me to learn many things very quickly." Garrus, embarrassed by his false assuming just muttered and walked off.