Stray (фемслэш)

In spite of herself, Miranda lowers her head and begins to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Shepard demands.
Miranda scrunches her frozen toes and jabs her fists deeper into the pockets of her coat, trying to swallow her laughter, but that only makes it worse.
“Miri.”
Miranda withdraws a hand long enough to wipe a tear from her eye. “I just—” she manages. “The irony of watching the Savior of the Galaxy literally trying to rescue a cat from a tree.”