A sigh passed through her lips, and she let him storm off. Her arms stretched over the back of the couch, as she leaned back into it. She wasn't sorry for what she said. She would do her best to figure away to kick his ass if he got himself killed. But she hadn't meant to be so harsh with it.
"JR, I'm sorry. I just... You don't need to go out there primed and ready to explode." Shepard couldn't stand the idea of losing someone else. Not again. Not here. Not now that she was pregnant.