Though she often would speak off-the-record with some of her crew and try her best to be more than just an officer and a Spectre, she still maintained a level of professionalism that was hard to criticize. She rarely, if ever, would go into detail about herself and never allowed her speech to indicate that she was unworthy of respect. To those who she didn't allow to get close she was a paragon of military excellence. She was unafraid of speaking her mind and doing everything possible to get things done. This was a relationship she had forged long ago with most members of her crew and she cared little to change it.
Some found Shepard to be a little too intense. Between her no-nonsense way of getting a mission done or the fact that she was perfectly willing tell someone off if they were being dishonest or trying to kiss her ass, some often got nervous when she was around.
Alenko saw more of her free-spirited side than most, Garrus would agree to that, but it seemed that the aliens aboard the ship were the ones that got to see the rambunctious, trouble-making Shepard that Garrus was becoming accustomed to. He honestly couldn't say if it was that the aliens viewed her as "Shepard" instead of "Commander" or because they were fresh faces that she could enjoy but, either way, Garrus was glad that he didn't have to experience stick-up-her-ass Shepard like most of the humans on board did.
Perhaps humans were like the hanar, where they acted aloof towards strangers and acquaintances? Maybe Shepard was hard with those who still had to prove themselves to her, or maybe it was like that with all humans. Garrus certainly didn't know, and no amount of extranet searching was assisting him.
He glanced down idly at his omni-tool, deciding to give it one more go. He typed in 'human hanar relationship similarities' then deleted it, figuring he'd get some messed-up, tentacle-related results if he went that route. He tried another search of 'human relationship development' and clicked on a trustworthy-looking source, but was then disappointed to see the stages of romantic interest that humans seemed to have. Mildly intrigued, Garrus scrolled down the page, reading a line here or there that caught his attention. It discussed the progression of feelings, how humans could behave differently at various stages, their attitude towards sex-
His omni-tool beeped and an icon appeared, signifying that a new message awaited him. Garrus checked it, surprised that he had gotten anything at all at this hour. Usually Solona only contacted him on weekends, not on a Wednesday, and it was far too late for him to be getting a letter from his regular correspondences…
One button-press later and he wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed, amused, or flattered.
He had opened the message to find that it was from Shepard. Scrolling down, he found a picture of him bending over at the waist while he was working on the Mako. The camera was zoomed in on his ass until it took up nearly the entire frame. Beneath that Shepard had the same type of picture of Alenko and Wrex, too, though both seemed to be reaching for something on the ground instead of fixing things. A small caption beneath the trio of photos read, "decisions, decisions…"
A snort of laughter met his ears and Garrus' eyes shot up to see Shepard standing in the elevator, hurriedly pressing the 'up' button while doing her best to duck out of sight. She saw the look of shock on Garrus' face and lost control, falling into a fit of laughter as the elevator slowly lifted her up.
"Keep laughing, Shepard," Garrus warned just before her face disappeared. "Just don't forget: I still have those pictures of what happened last time we went planet-side." He paused for dramatic effect. "I'm sure Joker will appreciate those."
The look of horror on her face as she ascended to the CIC was priceless.
Shaking his head, Garrus turned back around to look at the message she had sent. The only thing he could think of to do was forward the message to Wrex with the line: "this is what Shepard does in her free time. Saren beware!"
Not two seconds later he heard a beep off in the distance, near the engine room. Wrex grumbled something incoherent and Garrus was almost afraid he wasn't going to check it.
Then he heard another beep as Wrex opened the message, which was then followed by silence. Wrex plodded around the corner and flashed the images towards Garrus, who only shrugged helplessly.
Wrex glanced back at the photos for a second. "From behind, I'd swear you were female." He looked at Garrus for a long moment and shook his head. "Pity."