If someone was going to come knocking, it was usually Garrus. Shepard hollered a vague response as she was elbow deep in her tank in an attempt to fish out yet another dead fish. The sound of a thrown boot to trigger the door release was a thump that ended in the door obligingly opening.

"Oh come on," Shepard growled, balancing the chair forward on two legs as the dead fish, as if mocking her, rolled further away. "That's it, I don't care if it bankrupts me, I'm buying that tank VI."