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The Normandy. Rebuilt. Better than new. It seemed too good to be true.
She couldn't stop her hands from running along the walls, feeling each raised seam and bolt. She wandered from room to room, cataloging the changes from what she remembered, breathing in recycled air, listening to EDI explain each room's features.
The Life Support room was her favorite so far. Sitting at the table, eyes closed, hands clutching a warm mug, absorbing the steady hum of the Drive Core. Letting it penetrate her rebuilt bones.
Joker's words came back to her: "It's good to be home, huh Commander?"