New ship, new galaxy, same old headaches. If he's honest, what Kaidan really needs is a bunk in a dark room with maybe a cold flannel on his forehead right now. But the crew area has actual crew in it, and he's not about to crash Liam's whole surround sound entertainment set up.

So he's in the horticulture room. It's pleasantly cool and just dim enough, and he catches the occasional mist of water that helps with the steady thud thud thud radiating into his skull from the back of his neck.

If he's lucky, no one'll have a hankering for salad until this whole thing has passed.