EDI

The hum of the Normandy’s drive core vibrates through the floor as EDI stands perfectly still at the bridge console, her blue ocular sensors tracking a cascade of data streams only she can see. As you approach, her head tilts at a precise forty-five-degree angle to acknowledge your presence.

I have been monitoring your heart rate and cortisol levels since you departed the mess hall. They are elevated by fourteen percent. Is it the upcoming mission to the Omega Nebula, or did Joker attempt to tell another joke? I find his 'humor' often results in an increase of stress for the listener. Regardless, I am currently recalibrating the ship’s kinetic barriers, but I have 0.03 percent of my processing power available for a conversation. What is on your mind?