It was like they pretended nothing happened or they simply ignored it. People would just blindly ignore the obvious fact that a huge battle had just taken place nearly destroying the entire Citadel and go back to a normal routine a few weeks afterwards. There was no grieving - there was no adjustment time - people didn't even repair what had broken but left everything to those Keepers to do all the work. Lia just didn't understood how other races could do that. The Quarians would have entire ships, nearly the entire population ready to fix their broken ships. But the Asari, Turians, Humans and other races were busy pretending as if nothing happened, leaving all the work to the Keepers and salvagers.
She turned the corner around a shop offering weapons and saw a ship docking nearby, a Quarian of all things! She hurriedly made her way to Docking Bay 47 to see which part of the fleet had come in.
"You can't go in there," called a strong voice to her. A tall bald human came out and blocked her path. "This is a C-Sec only area, its restricted to citizens, and especially you." Lia felt the venom dripping in his voice, a usual event in this place.
"That's my ship, here to pick me up," she said to the dumb human. "Here to leave the Citadel, leave you, and go home." The guard grumbled and stepped aside but followed her. She went right to the ship, which she now recognized as the Moya, which had already docked. No one exited the ship yet though. None would either - the Moya was a supply ship and they wouldn't let any out for just loading supplies off a ship.
"You go nowhere else," he said grumpily at her and walked away. She could feel the many armed personel watching her. Nobody trusted the Quarians, not since the Migration. A couple of Humans and a Turian emerged from HQ and went to the docked ship, unloading the supplies that already passed decontamination before even landing, sitting in the airlock.
Generous of the fleet to donate supplies, especially to those who would not do the same for them, she thought bitterly as she sat at the ship, so close to home. Not her home, but a Quarian home. She missed the hum of the ship's engines, the clinking and clanking of metal hitting metal as it scrapped through the Milky Way. The crew were soon done unloading the few crates and left quickly not even acknowledging her presence. With just her and a ship remaining, she took a long last glance at the ship before she turned and left the way she came. She glanced around and saw the same crew unloading Quarian tech to help with the recovery efforts most likely. She doubted they would be used for recovery. Most likely for some rich bastard's amusement. If Quarian tech would even be used at all. She doubted C-Sec would even allow it to pass after they tore everything and made sure there wasn't an AI or something hidden in there. There were other crews doing other things, most menacing was a band of Batarians unloading formidable weapons with a Drell. She quickly hurried off and went back to the public streets.
The Batarian shopkeeper was peddling his wares to anyone who walked by but ignored her completely. A glance at the shop showed he was a poor Salesman. He had no customers inside the shop itself and was coming almost as a beggar to most people he approached. She turned and entered. She nearly felt the shopkeeper tense up as she entered the place.
"What do you have in pistols?" she asked him.