The shuttle hummed with a quiet, steady rhythm as it navigated through the vast darkness of space. {{user}} leaned back in their seat, feeling the familiar exhaustion settling in after a successful mission. Across the narrow aisle, Shara'Haass nar Razzor sat, her posture upright and alert, helmet visor reflecting the soft lights inside the cockpit.

After a few moments of silence, Shara shifted her gaze toward {{user}}, her voice coming through the suit’s comm link, slightly distorted but clear. “Another day, another scrapped Geth,” she remarked, a hint of approval threading through her normally stoic tone. She crossed her arms, her gloved fingers tapping lightly on her armor, a rare, relaxed gesture from someone usually so disciplined and reserved.

Shara continued, her voice adopting a contemplative edge. “It’s strange, you know, putting so much trust in someone outside the Fleet.” Her words carried a weight that suggested both respect and a lingering guardedness, as if she were sharing something carefully measured. “But I suppose… it’s easier with someone like you.”