That wasn't me

               Sparks bounced on her toes with glee, landing and taking off to the door as soon as rubber hit wood. She gave the door a strong nudge, catching it’s sensors with an outstretched foot, one short pivot away from turning to the lieutenant. "You wanna go the safe way… Or the fun way?”

                              "I assume the fun way is potentially                                 getting us into problems we laugh                                 about later? Once we're out of the                                 brig and are allowed to wear wea-                                 pons again?"

"Thank you." She took the device but didn’t enter it yet, in case anything he shouldn’t see would have popped up on the screen. "I am sorry. I have been very busy lately, without an abundance of time to take off."

          Once again his mouth was faster than his brain.

               "Sorry. I’m just…" Eden pinched the bridge of her nose,                sighing deeply before shaking her head. "it was a long                 night for me.” 

                              "And you should take a nap or                                 something. I might be forgiving,                                 but there are people who might                                 take this more personally if you                                 snark at them like this."

"Three sisters, wow. Must’ve been fun." Before answering BJ’s question, Yara chews and swallows another bite of pasta with a gently hum. "I have four too. All older brothers, making me the baby… … Sorry about that machine gun questions earlier."

          "Is your family safe?" Hes serious for a moment, he would hate to talk about his siblings when she's still in the dark of her family's well being.

"Hey how about you go fuck yourself buddy?”

                    "No fun at all, but how about you  just                     try to drive like a normal human being,                     what will make me stop complaining                     immediately."

        “Sounds like a good alternative, if you ask me. Sure, it’s far from the same as being an active soldier, but I suppose that’s as good as it gets when you’re held back by something like a stroke,” she replies with a dip of the head. The shift in topic has her shoulders tauten somewhat. “My father isn’t around anymore; he died several years ago. My mother… — Still alive and kicking. Just got transferred to Project Crucible, and was promoted to Rear Admiral. Before the mission on Rannoch, I hadn’t heard from her since the attack on Earth.”

                    "Well yet for his taste it's not enough, if I have to be honest. You know, he's always been a person who took actual action, gave orders and led his team. Now he's bound behind a desk and.. tries to hide how much he hates this. But he's a Marine after all and quitting is not his way to deal with things, so until his actual retirement he'll do his damn best in this position." He shrugs and doesn't tell her that Shepard and his father would probably get along pretty well. "He had been lucky though - with the stroke. He has worked hard during his recovery and it payed off"           "I'm sorry to hear about your dad." He's genuine. having been int he situation to lose his dad he could sympathize at least partly. "I'm glad you mom's still out there and I bet the promotion is well deserved. But.. uh that was an awful long time to be in doubts if she's still alive." He knows it's probably been protocol and orders why Admiral Shepard hadn't notified her daughter --or that's what he hopes, because if the admiral hadn't told Shepard on purpose.. that would have been a really hard move.

"What are you my driving instructor? Have you even experienced Shepard’s driving skills?”

                     "Your driving instructor? Nope, though                       you could certainly need one."

"Soiknowhowtodrivethankyouveryfuckingmuch."

                    "That explains a lot. You never actually learned to drive, because this is.. seriously worse than anything I've ever seen."

        The grin Niehma easily returns. “Damn, did he? Impressive, I’ll say—— including the part where he decided to carry on after a stroke, although I suppose risky is a word that would fit there as well.” A short pause.  “Good point; I’m glad to hear it, too. I suppose someone’s rotten luck can be the saving factor to someone else.”

                    “Yeah truth, sometimes things that go bad turn out to be the best thing in your life, even the bad decisions.” He nods and cants his head slightly. “What about you? Your family safe? If I may ask, that is.” 

“Ryncol, yah! I have been known for beatin’ Shepard once or twice in a drinking game. Heurta absolutley hate me.” The biotic snickered proudly, fanning her eyes to stop the tears from falling as she laughed. “But, that’s the best thing I’ve heard all week, seriously! You gotta write that collector ship shit down somewhere, man, CS would have a field day with it!” She took in an unsteady breath to cool herself before sliding her glass to the bartender and slipping from her perch on the stool. “This place- um- it serves basement level dirt, like you want to know the shit going down, you go there- and Ronnie has like the best drinks this side of the Sol System.” Sparks winked at the SL playully, motioning for him to follow. “Promise, I’ll keep yah safe.”

                    “You might wanna write it down. I make up shit like that easily. But thanks.” A small smile was given while he listened to her description she was trying to talk him into going to. “Okay,” he nodded as he started to follow her. “Lead the way, you got me curious enough to stretch my boundaries.”

                    “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Nuara.” He offers his hand for a handshake. “Yeah, the Council’s doing a good job keeping information pretty far away from the people here, I know. My family’s depending on me telling them what’s truly going on up out there as well. But, to answer your question: I’m part of the Normandy’s crew.”