[She's rarely overly concerned with textures. Clothes, skin, whiskers, they don't matter. Now, though, Shepard is very aware of how salarian skin feels on her. He's being clear and professional. It doesn't change how he's hitting many of her spots. Her stomach has always been sensitive, nipples as well, but her thigh, back there where so few have touched because she just hasn't had time, feels aflame at his touch.

She doesn't even have time now. Mordin likely has dozens of projects he's working on, and she can guarantee Kelly's just waiting to present at least two emails to her. One will be Hackett, the other will be Timmyboy himself. Fuck him. It's TiM's fault she's in this position in the first place, spread for a salarian who isn't even interested.]

Debris from a rocket fired on Noveria. [Her voice is steady. Shepard can keep it that way through anything.]

The Mako got stuck, [don't even breathe a word, Mordin, so help you,] and we had to get out so Garrus and Wrex could get it free. A pair of rocket troopers opened fire, and part of one of the structures exploded behind us just as a prime knocked down my barrier. Never rains but it pours.

Surprised at you, Doctor. I would've thought you'd be used to seeing scars on me by now.

[It's nice that they no longer glow. She'd felt strange enough without looking like some hellfire-filled creature from beyond. It's also nice to have his fingers there, so close to where her body wants his touch. Time to get her mind back on track.]

Or is there something off about it that I haven't seen?

[Because it's not like she sees that spot often.]