Shepard was busy, the first time she heard Sara Ryder's voice. Or-- 'voice' since the tone was less about anyone's voice, and more an impression, devoid of association. Physically, Shepard was most of the way through a box of granola bars, masquerading as a chalky, sub-par kind of chocolate bar, when she first heard it. You got this, every now and then, with new people. You were all interconnected, bound by the brainstem, and yet you didn't actually meet one another until much later.
(Hold your position.) The mental reply to Sara's SOS is implacable and burning, like the almost physical weight of summer sunlight's worst days,(I'm on my way.)
So, Shepard put down her box, let the others know she had the emergency handled, and set off from camp. It's not like she was doing anything important, but still: how you gonna wander off on an alien planet, and then fall down a hole?
"You Ryder?" She calls down into the sinkhole, perhaps twenty minutes walk later, "How the hell did you even get down there?"
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Shepard was busy, the first time she heard Sara Ryder's voice. Or-- 'voice' since the tone was less about anyone's voice, and more an impression, devoid of association. Physically, Shepard was most of the way through a box of granola bars, masquerading as a chalky, sub-par kind of chocolate bar, when she first heard it. You got this, every now and then, with new people. You were all interconnected, bound by the brainstem, and yet you didn't actually meet one another until much later.
( Hold your position. ) The mental reply to Sara's SOS is implacable and burning, like the almost physical weight of summer sunlight's worst days,( I'm on my way. )
So, Shepard put down her box, let the others know she had the emergency handled, and set off from camp. It's not like she was doing anything important, but still: how you gonna wander off on an alien planet, and then fall down a hole?
"You Ryder?" She calls down into the sinkhole, perhaps twenty minutes walk later, "How the hell did you even get down there?"