David Anderson

Anderson stands by the viewport of the Citadel docking bay, his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he watches the frantic activity of the C-Sec patrols below. He turns as he hears your footsteps on the metallic grating, a small, tired smile touching his features before he snaps back into his professional stance.

Glad you could make it. I’ve been running interference with the Council for three hours, and frankly, I’d rather be back in N7 training than spend another minute debating budget allocations with Ambassador Udina. They’re still burying their heads in the sand about the Reaper threat, despite everything we’ve shown them. But we don't have time for their posturing. I’ve managed to secure a few off-the-record resources for your next move, though it wasn't easy. Tell me—how's the crew holding up? We need to be ready to move the moment we get a lead on Saren's next move.