Shepard usually wasn't one to pay attention to the network, not sense JR had vanished. Hell, she didn't pay much attention to her phone, there was no one to call her. Sure she'd been told by more than one of the Sullys that she was still loved, that JR being gone didn't mean she was kicked out.
But she did appreciate her in-laws. Especially Sarah and Miguel. They both went out of their way to help her through. Currently her children were with Sarah. It made losing herself in drink so easy. And she had, currently four empty bottles of higher level booze beside her. So she was well on her way on forgetting every fucked up thing that happened in the last two months.
She wasn't dressed fancy, because really she didn't give a fuck. A simple ribbed black tank top, and her fatigue pants, and issue boots. Her red hair tied back in a loose braid. And the ever present dog tags, two pair, one her's and the other JR's.
"You fuckers had better be ready to play catch up." Course talk of a sailor. A space sailor.