Now, someone else might have noticed his stiffness, but Shepard was either oblivious, or perhaps she was only unwilling to be otherwise. There was also the distinct possibility that Jane was simply too lazy to move, now that she was prone; he was not comfortable, but any bed would have been comfortable, in her state.

Regardless, it would probably take more than simply being tossed over a table to injure anything more delicate than her pride. So, instead of getting up, or moving, or anything sensible and sane, Shepard reaches up and dabs a bit of blue frosting onto the very tip of Bucky's nose, smiling all the while.