Working late.

Miranda rubbed her eyes.

She had been sitting at this terminal for hour, breaking only for the restroom and occasional drink, and still had a lot to do.

The rebuilding of the galaxy after the reapers was an enormous task. She was doing all she could to make up for her previous affiliated with Cerberus.

Still she was in need of a break, but knew she couldn't take it.

Unknown to her she had a watcher who was going to make sure she got the 'rest' she needed.