fifty four point six and

The main difference between Shepard and any other commanding officer he’s served under is that she’s just - there. All the time. In the mess, in the crew quarters, in the cargo bay. At first this startles him; he jumps spectacularly the first time she appears at his shoulder when he’s cleaning his rifle, and to his chagrin, she grins. Soon, he learns to anticipate it. She’s good company, actually; professional as hell but never stiff or awkward, which he could maybe stand to pick up from her. He doesn’t seek company from the rest of the crew often, he prefers to keep busy, focus on the mission. He also keeps sticking his foot so far down his throat that it’s really just best he avoids them before he ends up with a shotgun shoved in his face.