The recognition was immediate. He would know the feel of her face anywhere beneath his fingertips. He would never forget her face or the way that she felt. Instinct to kill fell apart right then when he heard her voice. He wasn't glad to be in the middle of this arena, and it was worse now that she was also here.

"Shepard." Her name came out of his lips in a quiet mutter. It was just for her. His hands fell from her, knowing that he didn't truly need that power over her. She was not a threat to him, and if she had been - he knew that there was no way that he could purposely kill or injure her.

He doesn't move for a moment. "You're here," he said. She was the first familiar face he had met.