She was particularly skilled at showing up, unannounced and usually with several guns blazing- so her sudden arrival was no surprise whatsoever.
Clad in her civvies, she set a hand atop the desk the salarian had deemed a suitable workspace, hovering over his shoulder akin to a far too curious child.
But, to avoid breaking the professor’s concentration, Jane remained silent, making not a peep.
Shepard’s knack for appearing out of the blue never phased the doctor—that’s what she’d done on Omega when he’d been treating the plague, after all, and first impressions tended to stick. He noted the hand on the desk, the curiosity with which she watched. It was fairly amusing, in its way.
“Shepard. Need something?”
Greeting her didn’t break his concentration in the least; a mind like his was always juggling at least two things at once, and he could easily add talking onto that. Thank goodness for being salarian.
"Nope. Not a thing, Mordin."
She paused a moment, however, before proceeding with voicing her true motives behind this visit.
"Settling in okay?" In a place like this, Shepard had to ensure her colourful crew members had no trouble with being the oddities amongst a majority of humans.
After far too many skipped heartbeats during the war with the Reapers, she was reduced to worrying about smaller problems.
