"...I have no memory of any of this," Shepard says, feeling her own cold panic. What did it mean? Was she indoctrinated somehow, concussed, had the transfer to this place damaged something? Or was the problem in Garrus, some kind of hallucination that went beyond mere nightmare.

But there was no denying; the Reapers were coming, and they'd certainly hit Palaven early. Any smart assault would have to.

"Vega was the guy guarding my door," She says numbly. She hadn't told him about that; but he still knew the guy. So that meant... the problem was most likely with Shepard herself, "Shit."

She looks up at him, at a loss. And to think, a moment ago her big problem had been about whether or not he wanted her, genuinely. Now... Well, she still wanted to know. But the answer was a bit more dire than whether or not she had any chance of a repeat of their little interspecies liason. A lover's spat could be bad, right now.

No. Find some confidence, fake it if you have to. You're Commander Shepard, dammit!

"...Well. That's a hell of a thing."