Aria shook her glass of Brandy, listening to the familiar clink of ice. Word travels fast on Omega, and nothing ever slips past Aria. After receiving the unfortunate news that Shepard lives on once again, she grabbed the whole bottle of Brandy and chugged as much as she could. Getting wasted was the only idea she had to free her mind of him. It took a long time for Aria to convince herself to put down the bottle and exchange it for a glass instead. She was losing herself. Aria lifted herself off the sofa, handing her glass to the nearest guard. She leaned against the window, gazing down at the oblivious people below.

What's happening to her? She can't even understand her own emotions. How can you hate someone and be so drawn to them at the same time? Aria took a deep breath, calming herself. No doubt Shepard will be back and she can't let him see her like this.

Aria sat down again, trying to relax. She retrieved her glass from the guard with a snap of her fingers, taking moderate sips. She needed info on Shepard and fast. One, because he's a potentially dangerous enemy. And two, because she won't be able to stop thinking about him if she doesn't. She already tried to kill him and that didn't work, in fact, Aria couldn't remember how she ever thought it would help. She's never been in a situation where she needed someone else.

But it doesn't matter. Aria didn't come all this way, pushing anyone aside, just to toss it aside for some dead Alliance officer. Not that Shepard felt the same as her in the first place. Although Aria secretly hoped so. But the point is that the two of them are completely incompatible, like trying to stick the same puzzle pieces together. Both Aria and Shepard are both too indepented and stubborn to want anyone, and way too talented to need anyone. And even if Shepard did want someone, he wouldn't chase after her of all people.

There she goes again, thinking of him as if she actually cares about him.

She positioned herself to look nonchalant as she waited for Shepard to appear in the Afterlife doorway. Shepard said he has some interesting info for Aria, and would arrive soon. A perfect time for her to ask him some questions. There has to be more to this. Aria isn't a a school girl, she's never believed in love, and there is certainly no reason to start now. There's just something about Shepard that makes her tick, and Aria can't stand it. She has to know just what makes him so desirable.

Not long after, a familiar face appeared. Accompanied by a female Quarian and a male Turian, Shepard made his way across afterlife. Aria turned her head away, trying to act as if his entrance was nothing to her. Truth be told, her heart may have missed a beat. The guards motioned him forward as Aria prepared herself, scrolling through a list of questions in her head. Who is he really? Why does he come back? And most important of all, does he realize just how dangerous Aria can be?

Shepard stepped into her personal lounge, looking as handsome as ever. Aria never really thought of any human attractive, although they closely resemble Asari. Maybe it's the fact that they have hair. Shepard, on the other hand, was quite different from most humans. Where as others would react with desperatioin and fear, not once has Aria seen him loose his cool demeanor, which only made her itch with irritation even more. His armor had been upgraded in between their last visits and possibly shined too. Small weapon and grenade holsters lined his limbs along with blood red stripes that stood out perfectly on his jet black armor. Shepard's face was cleanly shaven and his eyes were still the same deep blue color as always. Something about his eyes being on her, made Aria cross her arms over her somewhat revealing outfit, hoping Shepard didn't notice the color difference in her cheeks. He took a seat on the sofa next to her, a data pad resting in his hands. This is it, she thought. Time to find out who he really is.

She cleared her throat. "So tell me Spectre, what info do you have for me?"

"The mercs were going after you next. Thought you'd like to know."

"Let me see."

Shepard handed the data pad to Aria. She retrieved it carefully, so that their hands didn't touch. The data pad flashed to life, revealing words, names, and quite a few addresses. Each and every one pointing to Aria. Info like this must have been difficult to get. Chances are, someone wanted to use this as leverage against her, or maybe as a backup plan in case she survived whatever the mercs had planned for her. As much pain as it gives her to say, Aria owes Shepard for this.

"Interesting." Aria turned to the closest guard, another Baterian. "Would someone like to tell me how this got out?"

She threw the data pad into the guard who let out a grunt.

"Thank you, Shepard." She said in a strained voice. "You've saved me alot of trouble, and possibly a guards life."

He nodded and with a fake smile, started to stand. Aria waved for him to sit once again.

"You can leave after I've had my questions answered."

His eyes began to glow slightly. "We're playing Twenty Questions now? Alright, shoot.

Aria never moved her gaze from Shepard's as a guard filled her glass. The Brandy was starting to take its affects on her mind, but she took another sip anyways.

"The info."

"The Info?"

"Yes."

Shepard leaned against the sofa. "And what question do you have about the info?"

"Why did you bring it to me?"

"Is that not the right thing to do?

Aria snorted. "Giving confidential info that could take down a crime lord back to the crook herself?" She gave him a heated glare. "I'm not stupid, you did it for a better reason than that."

"Maybe I just wanted to be a gentleman."

"Liar."

"Is this still Twenty Questions? I think its my turn."

"It'll be your turn when I'm done asking questions."

The corner of his mouth perked up. "As fun as that sounds, I have a very busy schedual, you know, with saving the galaxy and all?"

Aria simply glared.

"Alright fine," he sighed. "I hope you have extra blankets, I left my sleepover bag in the ship."

"You're so funny." Aria hissed.

"So I've been told."

Aria gulped down her annoyance. People like Shepard get a kick out of anger, and she won't play his game.

"And what makes you think you'd get a place to sleep at all?"

Shepard let out a fake gasp. "Oh how cruel of you, and I thought we had something."

Aria felt heat rise to her face. "As if I'd ever want you."

"Didn't you say you had questions for me?" He inquired, one eyebrow raised.

She cleared her throat, trying to rember the list of qurstions she planned out. This is not how she expected this to go.

"Why are you still on Omega?"

"My mother is a Vorcha bartender. I'm visiting her."

"Bullshit."

Shepard grinned, making Aria fume with annoyance even more. "Answer the question."

"I still need to find the doctor remember? Or did my pretty face make you forget."

Aria rolled her eyes, taking a sip of Brandy to hide her smile.

Shepard stood up again."Are we done? I think my squad has died from hunger by now from waiting."

Aria watched as he blew kisses and used the middle finger to each of the guards. To think that Shepard won again. She hardly got any info at all.

"I will have my questions answered."

He smiled deviously. "And I'll be back to answer them."