"I don't have anything but time," Asuka replies, voice muffled from where she's keeping her face pushed against Shepard's shoulder. There aren't tears or sobs or anything so dramatic. Just a slow unwinding of muscles, an easing of tension as she tries to shake the feeling of loss and hollowness that seems to follow her. She found new people, found new faces to rely on and just like that, most of them have gone.

Shepard is reassuringly solid in the moment, even if that nasty little voice in the back of her head asks, over and over again, how sure she can be that she won't also vanish. She squeezes her hands against Shepard and then reluctantly, slowly pulls away. She breathes out and rolls one shoulder, nodding at her after another moment to find her metaphorical feet.

"Yeah. What's up?"