She hadn't been avoiding going to see Garrus. It was still technically the same day after the mission, although it was getting late -- she didn't think that Garrus would mind terribly since Shepard had been saying he was having trouble sleeping. She thought about checking his quarters first, but after the time they'd spent off the Normandy today ( Read more... )

So she was vas Normandy now. It was something to be proud of, she was sure of it, but something in the pit of her stomach was still not at ease with this. It had been a slow drift away from the flotilla, she'd thought, but now perhaps it was much faster than she'd assumed. She was sure that it seemed strange, her being on the Crew deck -- but ( Read more... )