[Shepard does her best to keep herself busy around the mansion; mornings, get up, exercise, out for a run. Shower, eat something, catch up on the network and check in with friends. It's mundane and quiet between events, and from a few friend's suggestion, she's trying to pick up a hobby that doesn't waste bullets out in the forest.
She's paging through the library's stacks, idly trying to find something that interests her, when she hears his voice.
It can't be. It can't be.
Shepard takes a quiet step back, steps silent and practiced as she weaves towards the source of the sound, and--
It is.
Oh, holy fuck.
Her voice nearly hitches in her throat, and she knows he'll hear her before she speaks from the sharp intake of breath alone as she holds herself ]
TRIPS OVER MYSELF GETTING IN HERE, B!
She's paging through the library's stacks, idly trying to find something that interests her, when she hears his voice.
It can't be. It can't be.
Shepard takes a quiet step back, steps silent and practiced as she weaves towards the source of the sound, and--
It is.
Oh, holy fuck.
Her voice nearly hitches in her throat, and she knows he'll hear her before she speaks from the sharp intake of breath alone as she holds herself ]
Thane?