[Shepard moves backwards, leaning her head against the wall and digging her palms into her eyes with a groan.]

Motherfucker.

[Great! And now she doesn't have her damn weapons, either.]

At least we weren't... alone, right? I could've woken up in my room and we could've done this separate.

[Though at this point, she doesn't know if that's better.]

And hell. At least we can walk away from it.

[Even if something else feels... weird here, and she vocalizes that without realizing it.]

But that seems too simple, right? An event we can just ignore?