Roxanne quickly made herself at home on the ship, and indulged the crew members that were fans with autographs, displaying a far more personable attitude than he'd seen at the concert. Most of the crew seemed a little enamored with her, especially the men, she was lithe and beautiful, as well as rich and famous, there was nothing not to find attractive about her. But they didn't know about her selfish, shallow attitude. Joker seemed to be jaded with his former idol, and barely spoke to her at first. Roxanne could be surprisingly charming, though, and eventually he gave in and started being friendly, it didn't hurt that she flirted with him half the time. It was very strange for Aeron to see this side of her as opposed to the side he knew to be the real her. The cold, selfish killer that would shoot any of her crew members if it meant that she would survive instead. Roxanne was dangerous, and made even more so by the fact that she had most of the crew fooled into thinking she was this caring, energetic person. He could see how she'd been such a successful actress.

Aeron had never actually seen any of her movies, as apparently she'd only hit it big a little after he died, and neither had Garrus apparently. When Joker learned this, he insisted they watch a couple of her movies up in his quarters, Kenneth from engineering and Jacob joined them. The first movie they watched was some sort of time period action piece about Samurai and ninjas. Roxanne played a ninja assassin, and Joker informed them that her skill with a sword displayed in the movie was genuine. Aeron had to admit he was impressed, if she really did do all the fighting and stunts in the movie (one of the reasons, apparently, that she was so popular), then she was good. She was agile, fast, and fearless. The next was a movie with a more modern setting, with Roxanne playing as a supporting character rather than the star. She was drug runner on Earth, an antagonist this time, that died a little over half way through the film.

"Well," Aeron stretched, feeling a little cooped up from sitting on his couch for a little over four hours, "I'll admit, she's good actress."

"She is," Garrus nodded, "Just look at her performance with the crew."

"Come on guys, how do you know she's not being genuine?" He asked, but Aeron frowned.

"She's a killer Joker, she's just good at pretending to be other things," He warned the pilot.

Joker sighed and looked away, "Yeah... I know, just keep hoping that maybe she'll warm up to the crew for real."

…...

Roxanne did like the crew just fine, but she hadn't disliked her men on Torfan either. It hadn't been anything personal after all, just business. She hadn't hated any of them or wished death upon them, but she'd done what she'd had to do to get the job done. Just like always. She wasn't a hero like Shepard, she wasn't going to go out of her way to save people who didn't matter, she was going to succeed and survive at all costs.

Currently she was in the mess hall in the middle of an arm wrestling match with Jack. The two of the had become friends, in a way. As much of friends as two women like Jack and Roxanne could be. They were both killers, and they were both more concerned with their own survival than anyone else. They'd both been through a lot of shit too, though Jack was more prone to talking about her life than Roxanne, she kept quiet about that. They even looked a little alike, though Roxanne had fewer tattoos and more hair.

"You're going down Roxy," Jack growled, she refused to call her by her full name.

Roxanne smirked at her, "Like hell." Jack had more obvious muscle tone than Roxanne, who was stream-line like a cat, but that didn't necessarily make her stronger. Roxanne proved this by suddenly slamming Jack's fist onto the table and jumping up out of her seat, arms raised, with a triumphant shout.

"Ha! Eat it baldy!" She laughed.

"Yeah yeah, fuck you bitch," Jack muttered, but was smirking despite herself. The crew laughed and cheered a bit and collected on bets they'd made.

"Come on, I'm starving," Roxanne said, nodding towards the pathetic excuse for a kitchen. She fixed herself a sandwich and tore a bite off with her teeth, then sighed mournfully at it.

"What's wrong princess? Missing your five star chef?" Jack sneered.

"Hell yeah I am," Roxanne laughed. She liked Jack, they got one anothers harsh personalities (though Roxanne was much better at smoothing herself out for people who didn't get it), she didn't have to baby the girl, and she knew that Jack understood how it worked, that things were all fun and games here, but out in the field, it was different, emotional attachment did not exist. Jack understood, it was kill or be killed.

"So, what about all your adoring fans?" Jack asked with a smirk.

"I'm letting my PR team handle the fall out," Roxanne smiled wickedly, "I just told them I had some ass kicking to do and gave them a list of things they weren't allowed to mention. I think they're saying I had some sort of family emergency or something." Jack and Roxanne both laughed, because they both got how ridiculous that was. Neither of them had family.

"Excuse me," came a soft voice from beside her and Roxanne jumped, seeing the Drell assassin, Thane, standing patiently beside her.

"Jesus Thane," Roxanne let out a breath, moving out of the way, "I'm going to put a bell on you or something I swear." She laughed, so did Jack.

Thane just smiled as he fixed himself some tea. "Forgive me, it isn't my intention to startle anyone," he answered in that ever calm voice.

Roxanne didn't know what to think of the Drell, he seemed so courteous, but she knew he was a killer. She didn't like people who could kill her, and she knew he probably could.

Roxanne and Jack drifted over to a table, sitting down and making jabs at one another around mouths full of food. "So," Roxanne swallowed her food, "Have you actually seen these Collectors?" she asked.

"No, not personally," Jack told her, "But I saw the footage of when Shepard and his crew went down to Horizon when they attacked the colony. They're fucking creepy."

Roxanne rose a brow, "So, then they're real?"

"Well yeah, I mean what, you joined up without actually believing the Commander? I mean I didn't believe him at first either but I didn't have much of a fucking choice," Jack asked, taking another bite of her sandwich.

"I didn't know what to believe," Roxanne said honestly, one of the few honest things she'd said the entire time she'd been on the ship.

Jack had finally retreated back down to her little basement room to read over more Cerberus files over her time in Pragia. Roxanne envied and pitied the girl at the same time. She'd been through a lot, and it had really fucked her up, but at least Jack could find some sort of closure she could end it and move on with her life, Roxanne had screwed herself over. She was never going to truly escape her past, it would always be there, looming over her, even now. Especially now. She sighed and glanced towards the battery room, smirking to herself and standing. She dumped her plate in the sink and sauntered over, deciding to pay a visit to that hunk of Turian that acted as Shepard's shadow. The doors hissed open and she walked in, leaning against the railing and eying Garrus for a moment as he stood with his back to her, tapping away at a terminal.

"Hey Garrus," She said, walking over, "What're you up to?"

The Turian glanced at her, blue eyes regarding her for a moment before looking back to the console, "Just some calibrations."

"Fascinating," She said sarcastically, peering curiously at the screens and schematics that all looked like jibberish to her. "This all you do all day when you're not out making head shots with Shepard?" She asked, not thrown off by his lack of reaction.

"Pretty much," He answered, glancing at her, "There something I can do for you?"

Roxanne smirked, there were a lot of things she'd like to say in response to that, but she could tell he wouldn't be responsive to that approach. "Well, I was wondering if it's true, what I heard about you," She said. He paused, and looked at her, waiting for her to continue. "Well, that you're Archangel," she shrugged. She recognized the Turian's expression shift into a smirk. It didn't matter what species they were, all males liked to talk about their exploits.

"What did you want to know?" He asked, backing up a bit and leaning against a rail.

"I guess I'm mostly curious as to why," She admitted, "I mean, you were a cop before Shepard recruited you right? Why not just go back to that? You Turians like order and structure don't you?"

Garrus sighed softly, "Well, I'm not a very good Turian. My father is the one who pushed me into becoming a C-Sec Officer, it's not really what I wanted, and after running around with a Spectre, it's kind of hard to go back to that beat you know?"

Roxanne nodded slightly, "Yeah, I can see how that'd be difficult."

"After Shepard died, it just felt kind of pointless, I even dropped out of Specter training, the Council was covering everything up, 'Nothing to see here folks' and it just disgusted me, I didn't want to be a part of that."

"So you went rogue," Roxanne prompted, it was more of a statement than a question.

Garrus shrugged his broad shoulders, "Yeah, that's one way to put it. I went to the most crime-ridden cess pool I could think of, and at first I worked alone, but pretty soon other people started taking notice. I wasn't the only one who was sick of the corruption and the apathy," His voice was strong, passionate, Roxanne could see a hundred emotions washing over his face.

"Have you ever heard of Batman?" Roxanne asked with a smile.

Garrus blinked at her, confused, "Uh, no, can't say that I have..."

"He's a super hero on Earth, sort of a fictional legend, started out with comic books then had shows and movies and stuff, I think you'd like him," she laughed softly.

"Oh? Well, I'll add to my list of things to look into," He told her, and was surprised that he meant it.

"Cool, I love the old movies, let me know if you watch them," she straightened, starting to walk out of the battery.

"Hey," Garrus straightened as well and moved towards her. Roxanne paused and looked at him. "I don't get you," Garrus frowned.

Roxanne laughed, "Garrus, no man ever has, and probably never will."

…...

Garrus' mandibles clicked in irritation as he watched Roxanne leave. He really didn't understand her. She'd seemed so callous that night in her dressing room, and sure of her lack of interest in the mission, then the next day she changes her mind, joins the crew, and buddies up with everyone. He didn't know what her angle was, but he didn't like it. He wished Shepard hadn't let her join the crew, he could only feel like Roxanne Lachance meant trouble. It wasn't his decision though, and he went back to his console, restarting the calibrations that she had interrupted.

The next day, Shepard came to get him for a new mission. The Illusive Man had informed him of a disabled Collector ship, intercepting a report from a Turian patrol that managed to damage the vessel. "That doesn't sound right..." Garrus muttered, Aeron frowned.

"Yeah, I know, but you can't deny that's too big of an opportunity to pass up," He crossed his arms and set his jaw, "We know almost nothing about the Collectors except that they use the Omega 4 Relay, which no ship has ever returned from. If we can get some information on how to go through the Relay without dying, then it's worth the risk. Otherwise this mission is pretty pointless." Garrus couldn't argue with that, so he geared up and met Aeron down in the cargo bay. He looked around, expecting to see Tali, whom Garrus knew Aeron was a little sweet on.

"Where's Tali?" He asked Aeron, who was checking to make sure his supply of medigel was full.

"She's not coming," He answered. Garrus waited a moment for him to say who was going with them, but he didn't.

"Okay, so whose going?"

"Roxanne," Aeron told him simply.

Garrus stared at him, his blue eyes a bit wide. "You're kidding right? You can't really trust her enough to bring her on a mission this important," Garrus scoffed.

"I don't, but she doesn't believe me, or any body else, about the Collectors and the threat they pose," he explained, "Maybe by bringing her on this mission she'll realize what we're up against and really commit."

Garrus let out a huff of a breath through his nose. "I don't like this..."

"I know, but Roxanne Lachance is a good fighter, we could use some one like her on our side," Aeron sighed, putting his rifle into place on his armor.

"Yeah... I guess, just do me a favor and don't go depending on her to pull your ass out of the fire."

…...

"Miss Lachance," Edi's modulated voice came over the speakers.

"I told you Edi, just call me Roxanne," She said, having been in the middle of a nap, opening one eye to peer at the ceiling, since there was no face to look at when talking to the ship's AI, "What is it?"

"Commander Shepard is asking for your presence in the cargo bay, he said to gear up."

Roxanne smirked. Finally, some action. She got up, pulled on her armor, and did the longer back of her hair in a braid. With her helmet under her arm she headed for the elevator, strapping her pistol to her leg, her sword on her back. People could laugh at her for her sword, but it came in handy considering it was monomolecular steel, and with the press of a button it was electrically charged, able to electrocute anyone she stabbed. She got down to the cargo bay, where Shepard and Garrus were waiting for her.

"Morning boys," Roxanne smiled. She was itching for the chance to shoot something. She hadn't been in a good fight since she left the Alliance. Her life had been pretty calm since then, stressful maybe, but no fire fights, no brawls, no near death experiences, she kind of missed it in a weird way. Garrus just nodded to her, but Aeron walked to meet her, "What's on the menu, Commander?"

Aeron glanced over his shoulder at Garrus, who didn't seem to be paying attention, but Roxanne knew he was. Those damn Turians could hear everything. "The Illusive Man is sending us to investigate a vessel believed to be a disabled Collector ship," Shepard told her.

Roxanne rose her brows, and tried not to smile, "Is that so?"

"Yes," Shepard told her flatly.

Roxanne shrugged, "Alright, sounds exciting. Let's go."

She started to move past Shepard towards the shuttle but he grabbed her arm. "I'm giving you this chance to prove yourself, Lachance, don't screw it up. Follow orders, and try not to get anyone killed," He told her, his voice low and serious, before he let her go and loaded up into the shuttle.

Roxanne frowned after him for a moment. She didn't like being told what to do, but she'd just have to suck it up. She didn't have a choice in the matter. So she followed Garrus onto the shuttle, sitting across from the Turian and next to Shepard.