38) Ashley Williams, Gunnery Chief of the SSV Normandy, Earth Systems Alliance Navy.
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The Citadel transpired magic with every building, every alley and light. Of them all, the Commander seemed the most into it. There was something incredibly childish about the way the woman kept staring at the city, sitting on the precarious balcony.
"Weren't we supposed to report to the Council immediately?"
Ashley wasn't into it.
"According to Marie," the Commander commented. "I'm also supposed to send her a gift from every place I set foot in. Ahah."
The Chief didn't bother to ask who she was talking about. Instead, she remained behind the other as only an annoyed mother would. Shepard allowed it for a total of ten minutes before losing her patience.
"Look, chief. I'm pretty sure I'm not that much older than you but lemme share something. This view?" She opened her arms wide as if trying to hug the Presidium, uncaring for the way she tilted slightly into the abysm. "It's worth anything. It's always a good thing to take time to breath in between blowing up whatever Anderson wants us to blow up. Now, go somewhere and let me bask."
The last sentence was as authoritative as any order in battle.
"And if anyone asks? I'm lost."