Beth hadn't been expecting anyone else to wake up. It seemed reasonable to assume that the three of them had been a batch, and that them waking up together had been rote and planned. But when Shepard wakes up, it's like another piece of Beth is slotting into place, like of course Shepard should be here, now.

She's gotten better at sorting through which feelings are hers and which aren't, but simmering, bottled anger— that's something that's familiar enough to her to make it harder to tell the difference.

"I am." Beth has stopped near the entrance of the Nesting Deck, arms folded loosely across her stomach; she'd started making her way over as soon as she'd been aware that she needed to. She has a small journal in one hand. "Did you just wake up?"