Shepard spots him out of the corner of her eye, slipping into the horticulture room. She waits a moment, putting her datapad down on the conference table where she's set up her own little space. Cora left the room a little bit ago, and she's not exactly his type. Too much hero worship, too much fire with no direction.

She gets up, making her way down to the room and locking the door behind her with a swipe of her omni-tool.

"You know," she says in a softly pitched voice, "if you wanted privacy, you have to make sure people can't follow you in."

You look like crud, Kaidan.