I know I'm changing up the canon dialogue, but I'm going to stay IC. Problem? Three words: Deal. With. It. I'm kidding, enjoy!
"Hear you got in some hot water today, Commander." Miranda crossed her arms over her chessed and leaned against the wall of the mess. Shepard put down the datapad she had been reading and looked back at her.
"You know me, always using my head, literally." She smiled. "You should have seen Vakarian's face, he always jumps into 'big brother' mode when I do things like that. Thought he was going to ground me for a second there."
"I don't think Cerberus will be able to front bringing you back to life again, so be careful." Miranda warned.
"I hardly doubt I could have been killed. Knocked out? Possibly. But Garrus and Thane had my back. Especially Thane, Garrus said a couple of mercs caught him off guard and kept him occupied, but Thane got the girl attacking me with a fierce warp. Knocked her right back." Shepard laughed and shook her head thinking about the look on the Asari's face after she had been hit, confused as hell.
"About that, how is Krios settling in? Jacob was a little concerned about whether or not he'd be loyal."
"He's fine. I hardly doubt he's going to shoot any of us in the back without reason. He's got nothing to gain by killing me so I'm not concerned, Jacob shouldn't be either." She paused then said, "Come to think of it, has Jacob always been so...worrisome?" Miranda laughed.
"Yes, yes has. But try and tell him that, I dare you, you'll get a lecture about safety. I can't even imagine what the look on his face would have been had be been there instead of the Turian." Miranda stood for a moment then sighed."I had better get back to work, I'll talk to you later, Commander." She turned and left, returning to her office on the other side of the room. Shepard stood and grabbed her datapad, heading to life support.
"Do you need something?" Thane asked, not turning to look at her.
"Did you have a minute to talk?" She said, taking a few steps forward.
"If you need, yes." He shifted as Shepard sat across from him, pushing loose caramel coloured hair back behind her ear and clearing her throat.
"I just wanted to say thank you again for getting my out of what could have been a bad situation. Being able to trust the people I'm working with is important...one of the most important things about being on a team." She fiddles with her hands. Thane looked forward at her, watching her fingers lace and unlace with one another.
"May I ask why you're nervous?" He said. She flattened her hands against the table.
"I'm not nervous, I just like to keep my hands busy. Are yo nervous?" She asked, looking up at him. For a moment her eyes met his. She could see green behind the black. They stared, the buzz of the ship's natural ambiance the only thing between them and complete silence.
"No. I've just been alone a long time." He replied.
"You mentioned that the day we met. Irikah...your son. I can't imagine it. I don't have a sob story to bring to the table, but I feel empathetic to what you've gone through." Shepard traced a circle with her finger on the smooth table surface. Thane kept his gaze on her face.
"I was meaning to ask you. I heard my son may have taken an assassination job on the Citadel. I had hoped he would stray from the path in life I had taken." Thane began. Shepard raised her hand.
"Yeah, and now you want us to stop him so you can talk some sense into him, right?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"How did you know?" He asked.
"You're not the first member on this team who's needed a favour. Not that I would refuse, I owe you guys a lot. You in particular right now." She rose from her chair and pushed it in. "I'll tell Joker to get us to the Citadel. I'll come get you before we land."
"Shepard." Thane interrupted. "I enjoy the talks we have. You're the first friend I've had in ten years, and I appreciate it." She smiled, her eyes darting away before back to his.
"Friend." She laughed nervously. "It's a start."
"A start? That's...intriguing." He said. Shepard saw a glimpse of a smile at the corner of his lips. She left, a grin crossing her own face as the doors closed behind her.