[What she wants? If she thinks about it, it's a long list and none of it worth airing out here. Not the time, maybe not the person (maybe there's never the right person for that). So Shepard settles for a tip of the head, something like an acknowledging nod as she gets her feet back under her.]
Thanks. [For a a beat she glances away, casts her attention around the observation deck with the stars beyond the viewing window at her back. She flicks her attention back to Amber.] I'll see you around, Amber.
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Thanks. [For a a beat she glances away, casts her attention around the observation deck with the stars beyond the viewing window at her back. She flicks her attention back to Amber.] I'll see you around, Amber.
[And then she's off - work to do.]