She couldn't pinpoint exactly when they fell into their own routine. Probably sometime between Cerberus' failed attempt to take the Citadel and their long-overdue date. Or maybe it had been after that. Or maybe it had been established back in those fateful days after Sovereign's defeat; back when the Reapers were still just a myth to the rest of the galaxy and she wasn't half-cybernetic implants and half disillusioned soldier. Commander. Whatever.
She wasn't sure she understood how but their routine kept her focused on the bigger picture. They still put on their professional faces just like they did back then. They went out, did their missio