"... Right." Awkward as ever, Shepard steps away for a moment, allowing Rey whatever privacy she may want or need. In the meantime, she crosses her arms and paces a few steps on the other side of the lockers, thinking over the whole situation again: jump, pods, sleepers, coma (?), dreams, nightmares, cycles. Everything seems to be in cycles around here, she thinks, glancing down at the numbers printed into her skin. Maybe there were more patterns that they hadn't noticed, something less obvious lurking beneath the surface...