"The best place would probably be an empty storage room or even a staircase while we're getting ready to take off.  Everyone will be at their stations so I doubt you'd be bothered if you require privacy Ris."  John said, taking his helmet off at last and shaking his short brown head of hair a few times, popping his neck at the same time.  "That's better.  Anyway, I'll be around the ship, but if you need me for any reason and I'm able to get to you, I'll do my best to do so."  John said, leaving them to do what they wished until they arrived on the Citadel in an hour's time, hopefully without anyone trying to stop them.  The ship started to pull away, and John made his way to the CIC which was at the front of the ship, Turian design to have the Combat Information Center at the front so superior officers could literally look over the helmsman's shoulder during combat instead of being in the middle of everything.  It actually seemed to help after the experiments with the SRV Normandy 1 and 2, increasing response times and reducing stress brought on by combat situations, knowing your commander is right behind you, literally sometimes.  The captain was behind the pilot then as he entered through the doors and found the man, saluted him before waiting for what came next.<br/><br/>"You did a good job 'Shepard', the Council will be pleased once we get back to the Capital.  Let's just hope no one decides to drop out of FTL from here on.  For now, rest and be ready should trouble arrive."  The old man replied, and John saluted even though technically he didn't answer to the Captain or anyone but the Council anymore, given his Spectre status.  Still, he was a human Alliance member, and old habits died hard as it were.