Of course Shepard would be working out. She assumed that even on a vacation the other woman would still be well prepared for a war to come. No rest for the justified soldier on a mission or something like that.

Not that the Reapers would allow any of them to have a vacation. It was kind of difficult to relax on a beach when you were getting your ass blown off. And Shepard seemed to put herself and her crew in situations where getting your rear shot off was a frequent occurrence.

Not that Kasumi didn’t get herself into a fair share of trouble. Taking things that didn’t belong to you seemed to come with the caveat that someone will be upset and try to kill you. Eventually.

She stepped across the threshold, studying Shepard carefully before moving to the stand where the model ship had been. She thought Shep was trying to pull one over on her but seeing this Shepard, there was definitely something different about her. The way she moved, the scar on her face… It was different.

She carefully placed the bottle back on the stand, adjusting it until it was exactly as it was when she stole it. She then moved over to one of the chairs, one where she wouldn’t have her back to the door, and sat down. “It’s not,” though, they both knew that. Her tone was both friendly and playful, “I can’t say this isn’t weird,”

A smirk touched her lips as she pulled her knees up to her chest in the chair, when weren’t things weird? “I take it this is where the subtle interrogation begins?” She always felt the other woman had quite the flair for asking the right questions to get exactly the information she was looking for.

Something about being a leader that lends itself to being either unbelievably charismatic or absolutely terrifying.