As a tech specialist, Samantha Traynor knows that she is the best you can get. As a predictionist, time and again she is forced to acknowledge that she sucks big time.
Growing up on a backwater colony world, she never expected to rise to the occasion and see the big universe and the Earth and even get a stellar job. When she did, she never expected to get her hands on such an exquisite piece of cutting-edge technology as the Normandy. When she did, she never expected to stay on board to fight off an invasion of space monsters, under the command of no other than Commander Shepard himself. When she did, she never expected him to be the type for a game of chess in between the missions or collect toy ships or -
Whatever. Either way, after Mars and Palaven and Sur'Kesh and Tuchanka, she learned to expect anything, or so she thought. Her prediction skills turned out yet another failure, though, because she had never expected to see Shepard blanche.
You know, Shepard. The guy who danced under a Reaper's legs. Feet. Whatever.
Either way, it didn't seem like particularly big news – the Reapers closing in on the sector where Grissom Academy is located, and a fake evacuation orchestrated by Cerberus; what's that in comparison with whole worlds falling prey?
Samantha had expected Shepard to change the course from the Citadel to the Petra Nebula, of course, but not the urgency with which the Commander gave the order and rushed to the CiC.
"What's this about?" Samantha voices her bafflement to Chakwas who had been indulging in a light chat with the Commander until a moment ago and now looks like the proverbial cat who ate the equally proverbial canary.
The doctor somewhat schools her features. "I had often wondered, and turns out, I was not wrong."
"Wait – you mean, he has someone there? A family?" That's what the Academy is for, biotic kids, right? Though Shepard doesn't look like a family type.
A chuckle. "Not exactly, or rather, not quite yet."
Samantha feels her mouth shape a little 'o' as if she had overlooked an obvious check-mate. "Oh. Oh. You mean, the Commander -"
Chakwas raises her brow. "I haven't said a word."
The rest of their journey, Samantha spends wondering what kind of person Shepard is so attached to. When she finds out, she is not really surprised that her prediction failed yet again.