"It's a mighty fine ship, ma'am." Kal'reeger admits, awe evident over standard voice modulation. Tali's tour of the Normandy ends at the CIC, reflections of virtual stars dancing off her faceplate. Completely distracted, he clears his throat and hopes she doesn't notice.
"You should see her flying," Tali adds, hoping to stall him just a while longer. She lays a tentative hand on his bicep and almost giggles. "I'm sure Shepard wouldn't mind you staying a while longer."
"Much obliged." He declines the offer, yet twines his fingers with hers. "But I'd prefer you have something to come home to."