It hasn't been but a few weeks since Shepard had come to Omega and recruited me. I had really appreciated it. We all fell apart and out of communication after his funeral. I felt that going back to C-Sec would be a step in the wrong direction, figured I had reached the prime of my life, and figured that I should die in a decent manner that my family could be proud of. I figured that killing criminals would make me feel better about myself.

When Shepard showed up, I breathed for the first time in three years. When he made it up to my position, all I could think about was going and getting on that Normandy with my old crew. We picked up Mordin, Grunt, Jack, Kasumi, Za'eed, Tali, and we were set. Unfortunately, now we are here. With Williams.

We haven't spoken since the observational deck. It works for me. I can admire her from afar and avoid that stick-up-the-ass personality. She is sitting around the table, talking with Jack, Kasumi, and Tali. I take the opportunity to relieve myself to the bridge, where I find Joker and Jacob.

"Dude, she totally shot me down!" Joker says with a frown. Jacob laughs as I walk up. "You come off strong, Joker," I say, getting another chuckle from Jacob. Joker quickly turns and looks up at me from his seat.

"Hey man, I'm one up on you."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"She doesn't want anything to do with you."

I scoff. "I seriously doubt that. I'm sure if I were interested it wouldn't be a challenge. Fortunately for you, I like to stick with species who can eat the same things I can. Makes finding a place to eat easier."

Joker laughs and slaps his leg. "Did you hear that, EDI? That's a good one. Birdy thinks he's better than me!"

Jacob tsks Joker. "Don't get into this, man. It's not a good time."

I'm curious. "Get into what?"

Joker looks at me, then turns to the controls awkwardly. "You know she doesn't like aliens, right?" he scoffs, trying to play it off. "She is Ashley's sister."

I'm paralyzed with anger. How dare that bitch be invited on this ship knowing full well there would be turians and quarians. Honestly, Ashley was thrown into the situation and didn't have much of a choice, from what I understand. She didn't like aliens? Fine. But I sure as hell don't think she went around bragging about her issues.

I turn and stomp back to the mess hall. Before I round the corner I hear giggling. There's Jack, Kasumi, Tali, and a quiet tinkling sound I've never heard before. My curiousity gets the better of me and I move closer.

"What about Shep?" I hear Kasumi ask.

"What about him?" Williams.

"Do you think he's, you know… would you fuck him?" Jack.

"If I had too," Williams drawls with a giggle.

Is this typical female behavior? Perhaps it's a more human tradition, as Tali is staying out of it.

"What about Joker?" Kasumi.

"I must confess that I have already been propositioned by Mr. Moreau," Williams replies, giving her audience a guffaw.

"Hope you're good on top." Jack.

Kasumi and Williams bust out laughing. I hear Tali stifle a chuckle.

"In all serious, I'm sure he's a nice guy. I just don't go for the sensitive type," Williams says after she calms down.

"What about Garrus?" Jack. She would ask the question everyone is thinking, but no one has the balls to ask.

"The turian?" Williams asks, partly in shock. After a moment, I hear the formality return to her voice. "I'm sure he's an upstanding member of society."

I hear Tali. "I think he's very nice."

"I'm sure he is." She's quite short with Tali.

"What is your problem with him? What has he done to you?"

Silence. I can feel the tension from around the corner. Williams takes a deep breath and releases slowly. "Not him. The crew who was with Ashley when she died."

Shit.

They are quiet; Jack is the only one to say anything.

"Well, I can't blame you then. You don't see me cuddling up to Jacob or the cheerleader."

Williams gives a curt snort. "I'm sure we'll learn about it soon enough, Jack."

After a few minutes, the girls resume normal chatter and I think this is my time to make a move. As soon as I appear from behind the wall, the group goes silent. I sit down near Kasumi. "Is there a problem?" I ask, looking around.

"No," Kasumi replies, and quite innocently. "We were just talking about how attractive Izzy finds the men on the Normandy." She looks at Williams. "Except for Jacob."

Williams acknowledges her and sips at her drink. "Of course. But only if you stop calling me Izzy."

"Your wish is my command," Kasumi giggles.

Jack rolls her eyes as Tali giggles. "So, who do you think is attractive again?"

Williams has the decency to look sheepish. She steals a quick glance at me – embarrassed? – and remains quiet. Jack sighs loudly and clarifies. "She means, who do you want to fuck?"

"Za'eed," Williams replies calmly.

Jack's eyes widen in surprise and she grins. "I kinda figured you for the cool and collected ones. Za'eed's fuckin' crazy."

"I didn't say I wanted to be his friend," Williams replied.

I have a horrible feeling that Jack and Williams are becoming great friends. I look around quickly before I see a drell appear from the other side of the wall, looking rather lost. I also see the women at the table look him up and down. Spirits, it's like they are varren stalking prey. "Can I help you with something?" I ask.

"I was looking for the life support chambers," he replies in a deep, gravely voice. "My apologies for intruding."

"No apologies necessary," William says. As I turn to her, I see the ass-end of a small smile. "It's the first door to your right when you turn around."

"Thank you," he says, and bows slightly. After he retreats to his new room, Kasumi swoons and gets up.

"I have some business to attend to," she says quickly. She masks herself, but we all know where she is going. I'm positive the drell is from Illium, another dossier from the Illusive Man. Soon, after some small talk, only Williams and I remain at the table. We don't bother looking at each other, but I can't help but look at her eyes.

"Can I help you?" she asks, barely contained aggression. I can see her heart rate rise and her breathing pattern become shallow. Her pupils have dilated.

"I was just wondering if the eyes run in the family," I reply nonchalantly, trying to be friendly.

"No."

"You are fucking curt."

"Pot calling the kettle black."

"What?"

"Human phrase. I wouldn't expect you to know it. Look it up."

I sigh in exasperation. "Are all human women this stubborn?"

"You knew my sister."

"That's not an answer."

"Are all turians so fucking nosey?"

I snort. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with the crew that killed Ashley." Fuck. Good thinking, Garrus. She's going to rip into you like a varren on fresh meat.

She quickly stands and slams her hands on the table, leaning towards me and eyes narrowing. "You son of a bitch. How long were you skulking around?"

I narrow my eyes. "Long enough."