[Looking around, Weiss might notice that the place is fairly sparsely decorated; makes sense, given how little he’s home. There’s a bag half emptied of groceries abandoned on the kitchen counter. The door to his bedroom is closed, but to his work room isn’t. If she peeks in there, she’ll see a table with gun parts and bullets scattered around it and a tablet nearby with what looks like schematics for some kind of gun and holographic wall where he’s scribbled some notes, calibrations, and the like. In the main room there’s a couch, a mostly bare coffee table (though there is still an old mug on it), and an end table with a lamp and a digital photo frame he picked up a while back. Most of the pictures are from the Normandy, but she might recognize one or two that pop up if she’s paying attention, including one of him and Neo from their date a month or whenever it was back. His sniper is propped by the window, whose view might be what catches Weiss’ attention the most. The Skyhouses do offer quite the sight to be seen and a great vantage for taking shots.

He nods in agreeance. He wouldn’t have chosen her if he didn’t feel that way too.]

What I’m going to tell you, well, I think it’s pretty big. I could be overreacting, but there’s some weird stuff going on right now that no one’s mentioned so I don’t think anyone else knows about it.

[He goes over to a panel on the wall to deactivate the AI interface and pulls out his phone to power it off as well. The walls have ears - literally.]

Can you turn off your phone? I’m not sure if I’m actually supposed to know about it myself.

I guess I don’t need to warn you that telling you this might put you at risk if we’re not supposed to know, huh?