They aren't idle, not really, but why bother debating the semantics if she gets the answers either through Shepard's mouth or her brain - pieces of it bubbling up along their link for as long as Cathaway keeps her attention focused there. It's rude to spy, to look at the unintentional information young hosts leak into the link, but if she's discrete it's as if it hardly happened at all.
Somewhere, the Prince is probably a little disappointed in her.
"Then we'll just sit here and say nothing as the dye spreads." She punctuates it with a mild smile, then busies herself with ejecting the spent cartridge from the stimgun and recapping it, ejecting the used needle from the gun and swapping the head where it fits.
After perhaps thirty seconds, Cathaway takes the featureless metal rods from the tray and separates them. A thin film stretches between the two, some kind of holographic display glinting across it as she holds it up to view Shepard's head through. "Hold still, please."
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They aren't idle, not really, but why bother debating the semantics if she gets the answers either through Shepard's mouth or her brain - pieces of it bubbling up along their link for as long as Cathaway keeps her attention focused there. It's rude to spy, to look at the unintentional information young hosts leak into the link, but if she's discrete it's as if it hardly happened at all.
Somewhere, the Prince is probably a little disappointed in her.
"Then we'll just sit here and say nothing as the dye spreads." She punctuates it with a mild smile, then busies herself with ejecting the spent cartridge from the stimgun and recapping it, ejecting the used needle from the gun and swapping the head where it fits.
After perhaps thirty seconds, Cathaway takes the featureless metal rods from the tray and separates them. A thin film stretches between the two, some kind of holographic display glinting across it as she holds it up to view Shepard's head through. "Hold still, please."