"About time." a faint echoed amusement, as she strides a little further in, not the Shepard's side so immediately, but in her own brief check of the perimeter. Done under the guise of settling her veils straight about herself, pulling them all the way back to lay again her hair, settled neatly as she folds it with the ease of long practise.

"And of course, always. Though perhaps I thought, this time..."

Safe, for now, and she steps to face Shepard fully. Yes, the earth, she cannot help but think of it. Raw and unforgiving in how it had been shaped.

But no less inviting in the indulgence of sinking your hands into it, she had been mud and stick soak child, and there was something to that wildness she simple had shaped otherwise.

But the scars that run like rivers on Shepard's face say that she did not. A pull, planet like - did the scholars that Tesla prattled on about, say that sun called to planets called to moons and so too-

Did Lakshmi take a step forward towards Shepard. Slow and careful, toes to flat heel as her hands move down to settle by her side. "You may have questions for me too?" The faint appraisal in her face is mild, a lifetime of dimming herself to expressions. But her gaze and her eyes don't leave her face, a constant watch, without pause or hesitation that sits in selfishness that she will take and take and take.

She will not stop watching her, she will keep doing it as long as Shepard lets her.