Samantha Traynor.

Specialist Traynor sighed as she looked around the Normandy's captain's cabin. After Shepard had been laid to rest, she thought returning to the ship she had met would provide her some small measure of solace. She was wrong.

Though this was now technically Commander Williams' quarters, she rarely came up here, preferring to bunk in the crew barracks with her people, no doubt out of respect for her fallen Commander.

As such, everything was much as it was before the battle of London. Looking at the chessboard on Shepard's desk, Traynor's eyes welled up as she ran a finger across the black and white squares.