The space station Omega wasn't the most happiest place in the galaxy, but it was the most lively if you needed work, or a few dances to ease things between long space travel, and yet you were right in the heart of what it had to offer. Especially one the lower levels of the club Afterlife which you had stumbled into, and had the misfortune of witnessing a bar brawl with two Batarians, and a one-eyed Krogan...

"Commander Shepard, Systems Alliance Military, Spectre..." said the redheaded soldier standing above you, along with two of her squadmates, giving you a sense of safety after that incident.

"Now are you really just gonna sit there in awe?" she smirked, offering her hand to you to help you up, yes, she had noticed you had spilt a drink down yourself too.