I wasn't going to, but you've made it so tempting. I'll write up something relating to the situation at hand, and edit it into this post. : ]
Liara T'Soni was not good with people – not a people person, a human might say – by any stretch of the imagination. She'd even said so herself, to Shepard, and made a fool of herself in the process. It was a well-established fact – a scientific law – one that didn't require any further evidence. That was the likely reason it had taken her so long to reach a conclusion about her feelings for the commander, and even more so to interpret her signs. She sighed.
There was a very real chance they'd die, both of them – all of them. She was not one to rush headlong into anything, certainly not after being proven to be inept at it. For once, though, her heart, and more importantly, her feet, rebelled against her overactive mind, carrying her through the Normandy, cautiously at first, then more hurriedly, as feelings overcame all sense and logic, only stopping, abruptly so, when she caught up with the commander.
“Shepard,” she managed to say, at barely more than an unsteady whisper.