“They do tend not to know the difference between coolant shells and the batteries. I’ve gotten in contact with Garrus and the Commander so far. It was kind of nice knowing that after everything, they can still be pretty stiff sticks-in-the-mud. Though, I’m pretty sure Garrus sat on his stick.”
“I am assuming this means we’re going to have to get the band back together? Mission from God and all that? Let’s hope it’s easy, considering I’m not too agile enough to do all that running around that the Commander did to gather up the crew.”
He leaned a bit back in the bench seat; examining the inside of the shuttle. He wasn’t really used to being inside it. In something so… cramped and lacking better propulsion systems. Nor was he entirely comfortable with someone else piloting a vehicle he was in, rather than himself just taking it over and piloting. Probably a tad bit for the best, considering in the time he’s missed flying anything, he’d want to make for lost time via barrel rolls and navigating through asteroid fields.
Though, he figured he wasn’t too mortified over the ordeal, as he kept a short glance on EDI. A tad subconsciously, he laid a hand over EDI’s own. He had missed his co-pilot in his time away from the Normandy. Possibly more than he actually missed the Normandy itself, though this thought was more superfluous in nature, as they were basically the same thing to many at this point. And both were the only things he could really focus on when indisposed, apart from the occasional consideration of the rest of the crew. Just so they didn’t feel too neglected in his mind.
It didn’t matter too much. She was here, now, and soon he’d back on the Normandy in his favorite, leather chair — being notified how the airlock was ajar, and needing to reset the internal compensators before the ship can pull a 360.
… He didn’t specifically miss those parts of being back on the ship.
“No mission,” EDI said, threading her fingers gently through his, “at least not yet. The chances of us engaging in another mission that may cause bodily harm will go up about tenfold, I’m certain, once we get everyone back.”
She looked earnestly at him. “There was no order to retrieve the crew. It was my idea. Most of them seem amenable.” Her shoulders twitched, as though she were shrugging, while she idly checked her communications terminal again (remotely, of course). “I only have one set of confirmed coordinates so far.” She lowered her voice, a conspiratorial, teasing lilt coming into it. “Lieutenant Cortez responded. Then we won’t have to deal with –“
The shuttle shook violently for a moment, then righted itself. “Well. That.”
Another half-smile, and EDI leaned forward, pointing out of the small window on the hatch. “Fortunately, we’re almost there.” She gestured to the hatch, beyond which was the Normandy, all patched up and freshly painted. She looked like a new ship.
“You’ll have to tell me,” EDI said quietly after a few moments of watching the ship come into view, “what you think.”