[Shepard is tired, exhausted really, but the very idea of sleep sends a jolt of adrenaline running through her system that's more potent than any coffee. She can't sleep. There's too uch at stake and too many people waiting to ambush her as soon as she closes her eyelids.]

[Sleep is not an option and after a little while she gives up even pretending that she's getting any. Sure, she cloisters herself away in her room sometimes, but for the most part she prowls around the lower decks looking for something, anything to keep her occupied.]

[The Normandy's crew is almost too good though, and there's nothing for her Commander to do. Which is why she's drinking a cup of something that may or may not have actually been coffee as she stared blankly off into space.]

[Not even close to her mid-thirties yet and already she feels too damn old to be doing this.]