It's funny how she barely has to say anything. Just a glance— there. He sees the target, same moment she does, and a raised eyebrow is all they need to move closer, though mutual decision. It's natural, in a way that most relationships had taken so much longer to achieve; nothing had been this easy since...

Hell, since meeting Garrus.

It was the same feeling, of slotting into one another's understanding. Like swinging up and finding your secondary target already holed and your focus no longer split. Like turning a corner and already being known. Like having a team. She liked Sam.

But chemistry or no, there was no way they were gonna get this stupid blind-drop emptied without a little discretion. Fortunately, Shepard had so little discretion to her that she was betting it'd loop right back around to actual stealth if she pulled it off. So after loitering around the spot for long enough, Shepard put down her glass abruptly, put a hand on his shoulder, and said.

"Just go with it here for me, alright?" Then she pulled him down, tall fuck that he was, and made a show of it. A kiss can be good, and a kiss can be photogenic, but a kiss worth having is rarely both. This one was at least long and tender enough to engender embarrassment in the viewer, or so she was hoping. And if the staff weren't the only ones a little distracted at the moment?

Well, who could blame her?