He flinched – it was involuntary of course, but still a flinch nonetheless. He'd seen a fair amount of people killed, and a great deal of those were in cold blood, though somehow he couldn't hold back the action as Wilson dropped straight to the floor – dropped, well, dead. Being relatively familiar with death, it didn't traumatize him, but stunned him in a way, for lack of a better word.
Without giving it much thought, pointedly, he raised his gun; directly eyeing his target. Though, the pair in front of him seemed to be too caught up in their own bickering session to notice a firearm being held their way.
"Enough!" Shepard states, glaring at them both. "Did he really deserve that kind of welcome?"
"He sabotaged the security systems, killed my staff, and would've killed us too. So I'd say yes, yes he did," she explains, doing her best not to narrow her eyes. "I've put too much time and effort into the project to have it all wasted away by him."
Lowering his pistol, Shepard nods in understanding. It seemed to be a true statement, though Jacob still continued further interrogation until he was content with her answers. Wavering off any other questions that come to mind, he glances back in the woman's direction, retracing a couple sentences back in an attempt to remember what Jacob referred to her as.
It started with an M. Mandy? No. Mary? No. It did start with an M, right? Michelle? No. Megan? No, not a chance. M-
"Ahem, are you listening?" she asks, waving her hand in front of his face. He has to shake himself out of his own reverie; he must've staring blankly at her like an imbecile – though, she had to be thoroughly used to that occurring with looks like hers, which was something else he was slowly becoming aware of.
Miranda! That was it – shit, he's doing it again.
Clearing his throat, he stands at attention, "Now isn't really the time be talking, is it? I've had enough of this damn place." Receiving a curt nod from Jacob, the man begins walking in the other direction and Miranda soon follows, sauntering behind him. For a moment, he wanders if she always walks like that, but how could she even? Doing so at all times had to be impossible; the walk was professional, but still undoubtedly feminine – almost… seductive, almost. Finding a balance couldn't be manageable, yet here she was doing exactly that.
"Shepard! You coming?" Jacob calls over his shoulder, preparing to round the next corner.
"Yeah, I was just reloading. I'm right behind ya'." A lame excuse, but it'll do.
A/N: Hey there! So this is my first fic I'm posting here, I hope you guys'll bare with me. This isn't my best writing, but I wasn't sure how to start it. Frankly, I never am. I love all Mass Effect ships, and I plan on doing a lot of 'em on here, but I just wanted to start out with one of my faves. I have a few ideas of where this is going, though suggestions are always welcome! I plan on making the chapters short, just so it's easier for me to update day by day, but don't worry there should be a lot of them. I'm sorry, I'm rambling aren't I? Anywaaaaay, I hope you enjoyed don't forget to R&R!