"The Normandy has been contacted. They'll be here within a day."
Aria leaned on the rail of her overlook in Afterlife, watching as patrons and employees alike bustled about setting everything back to normal. Or whatever passed as normal on Omega after a Cerberus occupation. Shepard's eyes scanned the club before settling back on Aria.
"Sounds good," she nodded, folding her arms across her chest.
"In the meantime," Aria looked over her shoulder. "Omega has one more secret I'm willing to share."
Pushing off the rail, she stepped past Shepard. There was no request to follow, it was simply expected. And, not one to disappoint, follow Shepard did. She trailed after the Asari, down the steps and through the club, around past the VIP section and out through a hidden panel in the walls. A short trip through a dark hall and beyond one more door lead them to an extravagant apartment.
"You're free to stay as long as you like," Aria offered, striding over to a nearby cabinet.
Shepard blinked, surprised, but nodded as she headed over to the panoramic window. "Quite the view."
"There's nothing like the Omega skyline," Aria agreed.
Music began to play, the beat thrumming through Shepard's entire being. Something about it was comforting, however, and as she turned back around Aria was offering her a drink.
"We're going to work on your dancing, Shepard."
"What's wrong with my dancing?" Her hands fell to her hips as she eyed the asari.
"Please, Shepard, I saw you dancing on the Citadel. I need to… forget about Nyreen and you need to learn to not embarrass yourself. Or me."
She quirked a brow. "Or you?"
Aria's gaze narrowed. "Just take the drink and follow my lead."
"You're the boss," Shepard murmured.
She knocked back the shot and set the empty glass on the windowsill. She took Aria's outstretched hand and allowed the asari to - quite intimately - shift her body around to the beat of the music.