Different. It's a strange thing to consider — that they could lead such differing lives, experiences, and opinions, yet be so much the same. Her "other" did occasionally come across as a tad standoff-ish, but considering her history, it didn't strike her as out of line. As for not finding Turians cute... well, she's entitled to be wrong. Shepard shakes her head and smiles, speaking as she wriggles out of her one and only bra.

"She had a pretty different childhood to myself. I grew up on stations and cruisers, but she had some pretty traumatic encounters with other species early on. Stuff like that marks you — might still be on her mind."

Free of the constraints of the bra, she wraps her left arm around her breasts more on reflex than any kind of embarrassment. Her underwear come off in one swift motion in the other hand, and both garments are dumped unceremoniously in the hazmat bag. Denuding complete, she strikes a pose reminiscent of the Birth of Venus.

"Usually I at least get a paper apron for this, these days. Feels like I'm back in basic all over again."