Commander Shepard, it turned out, was absolutely everything he had expected her to be based on their conversation on the network. Of course he should have known that anyone with a military history wasn't going to disappoint him, regardless of their gender.
"Good evening, m'lady," he greeted her in return, clearly joking with her, a little smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back against the bar. "What are we drinking then?" he asked her, picking up one of the empty bottles to have a read at the label. "The hell is this?" he asked, glancing up.
He spotted the fourth of their party, Dr Cuddy, heading in, and he waved her over. "You all know each other already?" he asked. He knew that he was the newcomer, but how much people really socialised with each other he didn't really know yet.