Samantha Traynor is not crying. She’s biting a trembling lower lip and her whole body is shaking uncontrollably, but she is not crying. Maybe it’s because of the way there’s never been a moment like this before, not even when that Reaper fired at them from the ship. She cried then through her screams as the safety harness snapped and EDI’s mobile platform rushed to her, though nobody said a word about it. She doesn’t think they would now, either. They wouldn’t have time even if they were planning on it.
Joker’s voice comes over the comm. Having trouble outrunning the Reapers, he says. What a blessing it is to have a pilot who always does his damnedest to save them, even when they already know what their fate will be. Shepard knew what was going on even before the first sign of trouble. As soon as they picked her up she limped to the CIC, bruised and bloody, and told her girlfriend to come to the top deck with her. Samantha thought it was a ridiculous request then. She does not think so any more.