Girl

Combined with the shock of your fish dying (again), this interruption puts you over the edge.

"For the last time, EDI, I'm female!" Under your breath, you mutter, "Sheesh, you'd think that a talking holographic vagina would be able to figure it out."

"Queries regarding resemblances between my interface and human anatomy should be forwarded to the designer, Miranda Lawson." EDI pipes up.

"I'm not going to back talked on my own ship, by my own ship. EDI, until further notice, delay all non-urgent messages when I'm in my cabin."

You regain some semblance of privacy, though you can't help but wonder whether you got rid of all of Cerberus' bugs and cameras. You smile wryly as you think of the camera they had implanted directly over the bed. Who knows, maybe the Illusive Man wants to make sure that everyone's getting their rocks off?

If that's the case, you need to get to work. You'll need everyone in tip-top shape for the mission.