Samara and Thane sat cross legged in the observation lounge, facing the window.

"Thank you for inviting me here to meditate." Thane said, shifting a little. "While I usually prefer the climate of the life support center, the view here is immeasurably better."

"Yes, the stars are a beautiful sight," Samara answered in her usual dignified and quiet voice. "They remind us that our lives are fleeting and insignificant compared to the glorious eternity of the afterlife."

"While I cannot disagree, I was not talking about the stars." Thane replied evenly, his eyes closed.

Samara blinked, and against her will, the faintest hint of a smile crossed her lips. "You are an assassin, who ends the lives of sentient beings in exchange for money. Were we not bound to Shepard's service, I would kill you."

"You would try to kill me." Thane said. "Regardless, even by your code, most of the people I have killed were deserving of death."

Samara turned her head sharply to face him. "Leave my code out of this." she said coldly.

"Then do not insult my profession." The Drell assassin said, unfazed. "I believe it is rude to repay a compliment with a threat of death."

The tension broke when the door slid quietly open to reveal Legion, who stepped slowly into the room. His headlamp brightened and dimmed a little as it looked between Samara and Thane. "Greetings." It offered in it's slightly scratchy synthesized voice. "Shepard has suggested that this unit spend more time socializing with organics."

There was a long silence as Thane and Samara gazed out into the stars silently.

"We attempted to engage in conversation with commander Vakarian, who responded with unprovoked violence. We were hoping that another organic could clarify this action."

More silence.

"Before we had even spoken, he turned and fired a .0125 kilogram cylinder of fluffed sugar at my head. His choice of projectile is illogical, as a tungsten tipped mass slug would have been far more efficient in terminating this platform."

Legion stared at Samara, then Thane, then the observation window, its flaps contracting a little as he processed the available data.

"Are you watching the transparent portion of the hull for leaks?" Legion asked. "We have spoken with Shepard commander regarding the structural inefficiency of transparent materials in starship design. It is logical for organics to keep a close watch on those portions of the hull, as your organic platforms would be terminated after approximately forty five seconds of exposure to a hard vacuum."

Legion stepped closer to the window and scanned it with its omni tool.

"Despite the danger posed by negligent construction practices, this manual observation module is not damaged."

"Legion," Samara stated calmly, "We are meditating"

Legion paused. "We have encountered data on this practice during our research on the extranet. A search of Extrapedia provided that meditation is a practice in which an individual organic platform or groups or individual organic platforms train their cognitive systems to induce a higher phase of consciousness or for varied other benefits."

"Legion." Thane started

"The term meditation can carry different definitions in different contexts, but is usually an attempt by organic beings to regulate the mind and order organic processes. Similar to the Geth Consensus, but less efficient."

"Legion, we are trying to-" Thane tried again.

"Fortunately, EDI has shared most of the Cerberus database with me." Legion continued. "I believe that it would be possible for organics to join a Geth like state of consensus. If you would like, I could seek out Dr. Archer, who according to my records is working on a-"

"Shepard to all crew." Came the voice from the intercom. "Since EDI can manage the entire ship and calculate PI to a couple million digits at the same time, we don't actually need any of you to do anything." A short pause. "Look, not that its not nice to have you guys around, I'm just saying that with AI, its not really necessary to, fuck nevermind" A sigh. "So anyway, all duty assignments are relieved until tomorrow, feel free to join operation 'don't be alone and miserable on Christmas' in the cargo bay. Ow, fuck you Garrus, shoot me one more time and that marshmallow gun is going right up your ass."

"This platform will now travel to the cargo bay to lend Shepard commander its assistance." Legion stated, turning to leave. "This conversation has been informative."

The door swished shut behind him, leaving Thane and Samara in silence.

"Meditating can be challenging at times aboard this ship." Samara said, tiredly stretching her shoulders.

"Yes, I agree." Thane replied. "I usually like to meditate after missions, but Shepard insists on having an idle chat every time."

"Yes," Samara said, "She does that to me too."

"Although now with most of the crew in the cargo bay, our chances of being interrupted in our activities have exponentially reduced for the rest of the night." Thane said calmly.

"We should take advantage of this opportunity to meditate uninterrupted." Samara said, straightening her posture and closing her eyes.

"I was not referring to meditation." Thane said quietly, with a mischievous grin.

Samara opened one eye and gave the Drell an appraising look. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"EDI" she said evenly.

"Yes Justicar Samara." EDI answered from the intercom.

"Cease any monitoring of the starboard observation lounge and lock the door."