The hum of the Normandy as it burns through space is something that resonates bone deep, thrumming in the hollow of her chest beside the beat of her heart. It's something she finds herself more and more aware of as they inch their way back from the Omega-4 Relay toward whatever is waiting for them back in Alliance space. There have been long conversations. She's written reports, made some of her goodbyes. From here to Earth, it's a short run.

Contrary to what she should feel, now that the decision's been made and they're closing in on what could be her last stop, she finds the tension has been melting off. There's something sure to her step - as if there wasn't usually. She doesn't bother to knock before making her way into Life Support, a cup of tea in each hand. The steam coming off both is making her hands sweat.

"Thane?"