Shepard may not be naked at C-Sec Headquarters. Ever again.

Commander Bailey sat at his new temporary C-Sec office in C-Sec Headquarters, doing all the things a C-Sec officer does, like making sure that someone who's alive is not considered dead. Footsteps began to approach him. The minute they stopped, he looked up to find their source. And lo and behold, Commander Katrina Shepard stood there with arms akimbo, seemingly unaware or uncaring that the only thing she was wearing was her skin.

"Shepard, what the hell are you doing?" Bailey rubbed his temples.

"Waltzing around in my birthday suit, what else?" Shepard shrugged.

"Alright, follow-up question, why the hell are you naked?" he crossed his arms.

"My clothes were dirty, duh," she answered.

"All of them?" he scowled.

"Nah, just my most favorite set," she scratched her nose.

"So, why don't you wear your second favorite set of clothes?"

"Didn't feel like it, also felt like trying something new."

"How is this new thing you're trying turning out?"

"People are starting to notice. Either that, or they just now realized that I have a tattoo of a middle finger on both my ass cheeks," she smirked and slapped the locations of her tattoos.

"Mommy, what's that on her butt?" a little turian boy pointed at Shepard.

"Don't stare or point, that's just a tattoo," his mother answered.

"Shepard—" Bailey said.

"Let me guess, I need to put on some clothes, otherwise, parents are gonna complain because my ass is flipping them off."

"Not exactly what I was going to request, but that is the gist of it."

"Alright, I'll wear my second favorite set of clothes."

"And?"

"And I'll never go around naked here again." Shepard scuffed off back to the Normandy. Bailey returned to his work and began to ponder. Just what will the first human Spectre do next, annoy the hell out of the Council?