โAnytime. Through thick and thin, eh?โ
A playful lilt in his graveled voice, head tipping to the side as blue hued eyes settle firmly upon her own.
โShould probably get some sleep. Canโt kick the Reapers back to hell if you canโt even keep your eyes open.โ
Maybe youโre better off having a chat with Alenko. The guy can talk your ear off about implants, bet heโs got some kind of fix. Probably temporary, but itโs something.
โWell, yes. Thatโs why the shooting end is pointing away from my face.โ
A low, rumbling chuckle sounds from deep within his chest, attention flitting from his now lowered weapon to the commander. His head tilts just a fraction, razor-sharp eyes gleaming.
On her tip toes behind him, looking over his shoulder.
โI wouldnโt do that if I were you, good way to shoot yourself in the face.โ
Where the fuck did she come from??
Being on the Normandy is so conflicting. On one hand, you are sent to the most dangerous missions. On the other, youโre probably the safest place to be since Shepard is with you.