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[shepard]

Shepard likes parties. She just doesn't like big ones. If given the choice between a small, simple gathering between close friends and a large, extravagant one, she'd always choose the small one. The large celebrations tended to be the ones where she'd have to pretend to be someone she wasn't: it was all forced smiles and handshakes and compliments.

That wasn't Shepard.

When she was handed an invitation to a party, Shepard wasn't sure if she should actually go. But an even mixture of boredom and curiosity is enough to send her there solo, holding the invitation in a single gloved hand.

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[shepard]

"I'm sure anyone able to fix the replicators would be elected to office in a heartbeat," Shepard says, taking a glass of wine for herself as well; there's no telling when they'll next be able to enjoy a nice glass of wine. Depending on the replicators' temperament, it could be tomorrow, or it could very well be never again. "I think that before we start pushing forward names for potential candidates we make sure they're up for the task. The last thing we need is to nominate someone who doesn't want the job."

She takes a long sip of her beverage. "Have you been up to anything interesting while we were down here?"