[Forty minutes is exactly enough time for Shepard to wrap up most of her other black glass conversations - stretched in five different directions at all times is the norm - and to make her way to observation. She refreshes herself on Amber's dossier during the walk over, tabbing quickly through her own copies of the personnel files. She reads with her head down, moves at a clip. There isn't much there. It doesn't take her long.
It does mean recognizing the woman from across the deck is easy enough - hard to miss that hair. Tabbing away from the files, Shepard moves at a clip to close the distance. There's something square and unmistakeably no-nonsense about her own appearance, rigid by practice on approach. But the moment she's beside Amber, she's already folding her legs to sit down beside her rather than expecting the other woman to stand to meet her.
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It does mean recognizing the woman from across the deck is easy enough - hard to miss that hair. Tabbing away from the files, Shepard moves at a clip to close the distance. There's something square and unmistakeably no-nonsense about her own appearance, rigid by practice on approach. But the moment she's beside Amber, she's already folding her legs to sit down beside her rather than expecting the other woman to stand to meet her.
Simple courtesies.
She offers her hand.]
Shepard, formerly of the SSV Normandy.