The Gravity of the Situation
While investigating distress signal in an uncharted system, the Normandy is exposed to radiation from a nearby dying star. The effects it has on the ships system ensure that, at the very least, the gravity keeps getting shut off.
And Shepard is... upset.
A 'THUD' reverberates through the room, followed by several muted splashes.
A moment later comes the sound of footsteps, and the bathroom door whooshes open.
A very disgruntled Commander Shepard, dripping wet and naked underneath a loosely held towel, stomps over to a console. Angrily, she flips a switch, and the image of the ship's AI flickers to life.
"EDI, I just had my morning shower ruined when to my surprise, I suddenly found myself floating among droplets of water. Before I could fully comprehend what was happened, I was without warning returned to the ground. Now, if I'm not mistaken, there is only one person on this ship with the codes, let alone the mandate, to systems such as the control of gravity. Who authorized you to override those controls?" she demands.
EDI replies, "Commander, no one has touched the controls."
"Then how is this possible?"
"There appears to be an inconsistency in numerous programs of nonessential nature, including the gravitational fluency algorithms," informed EDI.
Shepard pauses. "What, so… a bug in the system? What's causing this EDI?"
EDI flickers before responding, "Unknown. There are many possible explanations—"
"—but nothing for sure," she finishes.
Shepard stops to work out this information, finally deciding, "frak. EDI, run some scans. I'm heading down to engineering."