"Kinda trying to focus right now, Ryder," Shepard replies, caught somewhere between annoyance and the growing realization that if Ryder is a fan, there'll be no escaping her. But no-- no, calm down, it isn't going to be like Conrad again. Nobody is as bad as Conrad... right?
God, please let that be right.
Blue and white, dark matter sublimates around Ryder's body, lifting her, with only a little wobble, towards the lip of the pit. Shepard struggles, not with the effort of lifting her, but sweating with the effort of not simply throwing Ryder into near-orbit. Vanguards are powerful biotics, but not known for finesse.
"...That did happen," She says, eventually, as Sara's feet near solid ground, "My uh... Chief Engineer, wasn't in charge of Mako repairs, at the time. That was Garrus' duty. But, he never complained...Turians, y'know? It's that stoic militarism thing-- or maybe he just didn't want to give me a reason to fire him."
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God, please let that be right.
Blue and white, dark matter sublimates around Ryder's body, lifting her, with only a little wobble, towards the lip of the pit. Shepard struggles, not with the effort of lifting her, but sweating with the effort of not simply throwing Ryder into near-orbit. Vanguards are powerful biotics, but not known for finesse.
"...That did happen," She says, eventually, as Sara's feet near solid ground, "My uh... Chief Engineer, wasn't in charge of Mako repairs, at the time. That was Garrus' duty. But, he never complained...Turians, y'know? It's that stoic militarism thing-- or maybe he just didn't want to give me a reason to fire him."