Lockdown
The detention room that Shepard had been locked in wasn't too bad to say the least. It had decent views of Vancouver. The room wasn't uncomfortably small but it wasn't spacious either. It was somewhere between those two. The bed was soft, softer than the one on the Normandy. That itself was a luxury.
All in all, the room wasn't bad but Shepard still didn't like it. Boredom could easily sneak up on her. The only thing she could do was read reports or gaze out the window and think. Mostly she thought of Garrus and wondered how he was doing. She wondered if he thought of her.
It was going to be a struggle to stay sane while locked up. All Shepard could do was hope somebody would eventually believe her claims about the Reapers imminent arrival. Otherwise, she'd be here forever.