Sweat rolled down Jane Shepard's back. Her stomach had sheen on it like thoroughbred after a race. James across from her was no better. His bare chest reflected the lights of the small enclosure they had set up and he grimaced with concentration. He made a quick head shake and she broke off. He threw her a towel and leaned against the wall.
"Lola I still don't see how N7 almost didn't take you because of your record. Skills like that you could double as a commando and we would still be in this war."
She just shrugged, drying off. Leaning against an empty container that served as the walls, her back to the Lt. This mini gym had come to her as a series of ideas from Garrus and finally from James. The crew could keep their lounge when she had stress to blow off (and she always did these days) she needed this.
"You know they are talking about us." He broke in.
"Oh?" Her back was still to him as she pulled her hoodie on.
"Well of course. Stressful times stuck on a ship they got nothing else to do."
"And I am so sure you adamantly denied it."
"Hey don't look at me it was your sexy secretary upstairs and her mainframe!" He protested with that slick smile that made her eyes roll. She throws the towel at him and grabs her shoes on the way to the elevator. Vega had his skills she had to give him that but making her want to open up was far from one of them. The door closes as she leaves without bothering to say goodbye.