Argument with Jack.

The Normandy SR-2 was the pinnacle of design. Cerberus wasted no expense just like it did for Shepard.

The crew was the best of the best and the perfect human was feeling very positive about their chances.

"Motherfucker!!!"

Miranda sighed. There was the main downside. Of all the crew members that woman was the one who made her question the Illusive Mans orders.

Sure Jack was powerful but unhinged.

"What the fuck is this?!" Jack came into her room hold a set of clothes.

"That would be a shirt Jack. I understand its a foreign item to you."

"Fuck you. Why the fuck was this on my cot?!"

"Perhaps someone thought you should look more presentable?"

"Yeah because the cat suit screams take me seriously!" Jack scuffed. "You wear that to be the center of attention. I wear this because I dont give a shit."

"Charming."

"Well at least you're not destroying the room this time." Their Commanders voice came in next.

"Shepard tell this Cerberus bitch to stay the hell out of my area. Im not wearing this shit." She tossed the clothes away.

"What now?"

"Some of us just offered the solution to Jacks lack of top. Nobody told her to actually wear it." Miranda shrugged.

"I have a suggestion where to put you head.."

"Jack." Shepard interrupted. "Can you two settle this without tearing apart my ship?"

Jack looked the other biotic and a smile appeared on her face.

Miranda never seen that look in Jack eyes. 'That doesn't look good.'

"I have an idea."