John: "Miri?"
Miranda: She shrugged. "My friends," She paused. It was hard thinking of Niket as a friend after he betrayed her, after she killed him, but she swallowed thickly and pressed on. "Sometimes call me that,"
John: "Can I call you that?"
Miranda: "Sure, Shepard," He knew that tone. He loved that tone. That "I have work to do" even when she didn't. "If you want."
John: "I'm asking you," He put his hands on her desk. "Do you think we're friends?"
Miranda: "I don't know about friends, but we're something." She smirked.
John: "I can accept that,"
Miranda: "I'm glad. Is there anything else?"
Shepard shook his head, though he stopped at the door.
John: "I have a first name. Use it."