Jemarr opened his eyes as a soft chime rang in his helmet in response to the door opening. He looked towards the door and saw Anastasia's silhouette, smiling to himself. He watched as she sat down and undressed for bed, observing the finely toned lines of her legs and bottom. He started to reach out to her as she lay down next to him, but fatigue and common sense both got the better of him. Instead, he contented himself with murmuring "Good night, Anastasia," to her, before he turned his suit's vocal relay down so that she could hear only the softest of breathing noises from him, and he closed his eyes and slipped quickly into deep sleep. He slept soundly as the Normandy rocketed through the mass relay, the motion not rousing him in the slightest.