Aria

Aria smiled as she greeted Shepard at the door. “Hello, Shepard.”

“Aria,” Shepard said. “Nice to see you. You look good.”

“I always look good Shepard,” Aria said. “You on the other hand look… tired. Is the old age getting to you? Or perhaps all that knowledge? Or a certain blue ass?”

Shepard sighed. “You read my mind too well, Aria,” she said.

“Well I have a few ideas on how to get you out of this pathetic state you’re in,” Aria said. “But only if you’re willing. I only operate with consent. So… are you interested?”

“What did you have in mind?” Shepard asked raising an eyebrow.

“Nah uh. You agree or I walk away,” Aria said. “That’s the deal.”

“Fine. I agree to do what you want. So… what do you want?” Shepard asked.

Aria smiled.