Figured out the face sliders.

Music starts, Shepard walks through the Normandy, Tara bursts into tears.

Then promptly draws weapon(s), can’t figure out how to holster them, throws a grenade at the wall, blows self up, needs medi-gel.

Elite super-soldier Grace Shepard, everyone. (”No,” says Grace in my head, “that is 100% all you. I’m not taking the rap for this.”)