"Lieutenant commander Shepard!" a strict voice, with a hint of aggressive tone, echoed throughout the Presidium. John, who had been talking to some of his new crew members and Andersson, turned around and saw a woman marching towards them. Even if the woman still had a long distance to go he could see that her face had the same fierce color as her hair. John sighted and gave them all an forgiving look and Andersson answered it with a smile.

"Well aren't you popular? Not that I could find a reason, you are not that good looking" snorted Garrus.

"Well this Not-that-good-looking guy have his own ship and are giving you a ticket out of this boring spot of buttvers, so don“t get cooky."John answered. He should have expected her to find him sooner or later, he thought for himself. The others left his side, but Garrus stayed, making himself comfortable by leaning against the wall. Even if John found it difficult to read the turians face, he could sense some sort of overjoyed satisfaction.

"Girlfriend?"

"If you mean like the type that scares off every person I have tried to have a decent relationship with?...Yeah, something like that." John smirks as the woman comes closer. She tried to avoid running into people, but ended up planting an elbow in face of a salarian. John flinched and Garrus whistled. That looked like it would hurt a lot. The woman sighted and apologized to the long, sleek alien and looked at John again. That look told him everything, he did not even have to see the mass effect field she generated.

"You might want to move!" was all John had time to say before he threw himself out of the way. Garrus was not that lucky. The woman charged right through the crowd and stopped around a few meters from where John was standing before. The chock wave pushed Garrus violently against the wall. The woman had some problem standing up, but was laughing in triumph.

"Johnny, that was awesome!" People stopped and starred at them.

"I think you killed my fringes and I am pretty sure you broke at least fifteen regulations." Garrus replied while checking if everyone of his fringes was still there. When he had reassured that everything was in its place he flew up in fury and confronted the woman. In that moment the turian went into his role of a c-sec officer for the last time. They started to shout at each other and John tried to calm them down.

After a while they quiet down and John convinced Garrus to not arrest the woman. He stormed away and mumbled something about a drink.

"Johnny, why do you hang out with c-sec? They are always harassing me!"

"Jane, you can't do that in public. You could have hurt someone, even killed." Jane sighted. "Obviously you are right. I am sorry, but I don't like being around so many people. They are all..." She studded and could not find the word. John knew that his sister was more home at the field of war than on the citadel, but she needed to calm down. She hugged him, dug her face right into his chest. He noticed that she had fold the uniforms arms down and used gloves. He did not put any more thoughts on it at the time, even if he should have.

"It has been so long since I last saw you and now you sign your own death sentence without me. How would you feel if I did that?" She mumbled to his thorax. John smiled gently and felt sorry for his sister and put his arms around her. It was not fair to not tell her, but he had not known nothing about the spectre-business last time they saw each other. He lifted one hand and let it run through her short, red hair. He knew it would calm her down.