"Oh, trust me, it's far from my first go at this kind of adventure. In a way it's a bit of a welcome relief! Being cooped in the rig getting my memories shown in display to people isn't my style"

Shelley doesn't mention the infiltration into the admin areas that were definitely up her style because really, in her opinion it was a miracle it went kind of well. She doesn't want to ruin it by mentioning what she did!

"...their souls probably smell of depression and old raisins" mutters Lepakko. It's the first time he raises his voice for more than just whispering to Shelley. This redhead probably had compartmentalized any ill feelings towards Jorgmund, so Lepakko feels the obligation of being the one to broadcast it all to the world. Not that Shelley seems to mind, she pets her bat as if that's a reward for saying such a thing.