"Ah! Suni, your fury makes you shine like the sun on a sweltering Tuchanka evening!" the krogan bellowed, his boisterous yell rumbling through the deck. The hulking alien beat his fists together exuberantly. "You are a woman unlike any other." Gleaming eyes scanned the floor, now peppered with piles of dextro-protein nuts. "Fiery woman, you have tossed your food on the ground like garbage. Allow me to assist you in retrieving them as I recite to you my favorite krogan battlesong."<br/><br/>"Lieutenant Vanes, I agree with your assessment of the situation," the Commander replied, observing Suni and Pol from the corners of her eyes. The krogan had begun to serenade the testy quarian again. Though her face was hidden behind the dark helmet of her enviro-suit, Reese could surmise by the twitching of the Suni's fingers that another edible assault was imminent. "If we don't retreat quickly, my KIA classification won't remain a fabrication for very long. Come." She twerked her head to the side, quickly scuttling from her seat leading Cole away from the awkward scene. She moved toward the rear of the ship, heading toward the port observation deck. "I think we should be relatively safe in here."<br/><br/>The doors slid open, offering the pair a temporary refuge from the chaos in the kitchen. The moment they were enclosed in the lounge, Reese began laughing, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth as if she were attempting to hold the sounds back and failing miserably. "Holy shit," she muttered, shaking her head as she slowly paced across the room. "It's no secret Pol has a thing for Suni, but<i>damn</i>. Never seen him resort to performing poetry for her."<br/><br/><i>Jorgal Pol has composed thirty-seven poems in the last two months for Suni'Tallah vas Anzio. <br/>
</i><br/>"Did Pol tell you that, AIDEN? Or have you been spying?"<br/><br/><i>No spying, ma'am. Pol often asks for my opinion regarding his compositions.<br/>
</i><br/>Reese furrowed her brows together, smirking. "And that poem he just recited for Suni. Did you tell him it was good?"<br/><br/><i>"Good" is a subjective term, Commander. I relayed to Pol that the aforementioned piece accurately followed the structure of ancient krogan poetry. <br/>
</i><br/>"But did you<i>like</i>it, AIDEN?"<br/><br/>There was a drawn out silence as Reese awaited the AI's answer, a curious look on her face. After eight seconds, AIDEN's distinctive programmed lilt filled the room once more.<br/><br/><i>Yes, Commander. I like it. <br/>
</i><br/>She nodded, biting her lower lip as she returned to Cole, arms crossed over her chest. "Well, you've met everyone. Some more intimately than others," she sang, smiling. "Our wild little shadow crew." She glanced at her wrist. "The team is supposed to convene in the CIC in about twenty minutes. Hopefully Suni and Pol will have resolved their little issue by then. We have a request from the Council we need to discuss."<br/><br/>A soft hand reached for Cole's arm, patting it affectionately. "You'll fit right in." Her hand fell down the length of his arm, hovering at his fingers, lingering there as she felt the warmth emanate from his skin. Talyet, Calypso, Nyssa. They weren't wrong. Cole was stupidly attractive. It had been a long time since Reese had been required to adhere to any kind of fraternization policies, but it hadn't even been a full day. Inappropriate for a woman in her position. At least, that's what she told herself.<br/><br/>"Come, we have some time." Her fingers interlaced with his, pulling him toward one of the long black leather couches. The cushions were welcoming and comfortable, melding to Reese's body easily as she leaned back into them. "What do you want to know before our first mission, Vanes? Just between you and me."