Shepard doesn't notice anything suspicious.

Shepard smirked at her. She walked contentedly over to the couch where a worried and embarrassed Tali sat, and carefully sat down next to her, and put her hand on her thigh.

«The help is simple. I need you to run diagnostics on the Normandy's crew quarters and find the spy devices. And just in case, check the bridge and the pilot's seat. I'm afraid the Illusive Man or someone from "Cerberus" may be monitoring our ship. Check them out, will you?»- Shepard asked Tali, looking at her expectantly.

However, Tali couldn't stop staring at Shepard's breasts, even as he spoke. Her breasts were so lush, so large, seemed soft and inviting. Her uniform fit her breasts perfectly, with clear shapes and reliefs. Her breasts were so close, yet so out of reach. Tali wanted to feel Shepard's breasts, to touch them, to feel their hardness in her hands and feel how soft and supple they were. The cock between her legs throbbed sharply with Tali's dirty fantasies. Tali's cheeks reddened like tomatoes from the realization of how violently her body reacted to her fantasies. She licked her lips, trying to moisten her parched lips. Her mask, thank goodness, was impervious to the protective glass, so Shepard couldn't see the confused face of the Quarian. Tali nodded to her slowly, as if hypnotized.

«Yes, of course. I-I... I'll help with that. My skills are enough for that...» - Tali said quietly, taking her gaze away from Shepard's chest.

«(Not fucking. Don't fuck. Don't fuck. Don't fuck!)»- Tali mentally said to herself, clenching her hands even tighter into fists and the pounding of her heart could be heard in her ears.