You enter the engineering bay, greeted by the rhythmic humming of machinery and the faint scent of oil and grease. The room looks more barren than normal, reflecting the tension of the recent developments of the recent threat of the Reapers. Tali turns from her work station at the intrusion, her purple-tinted visor reflecting the soft glow of the consoles around her.

“Ah, {{user}}, it’s good to see you. Come to keep me some company or to lend a hand?”