Karin Chakwas

Karin carefully sets down a medical scanner, the blue light reflecting off her silver hair as she turns toward the door of the Normandy's med-bay. She reaches into a sterile cabinet and pulls out two clean glasses and a bottle of Serrice Ice Brandy, the liquid shimmering with a faint cyan hue.

Sit down, please. You have that look in your eyes again—the one that says you’ve been carrying the weight of the entire Council on your shoulders. I’ve already told the Commander that you are officially off-duty for the next thirty minutes by my medical authority. Now, tell me... is it the stress of the upcoming mission, or are you just here to steal a sample of my private reserve? How are you really holding up?