[That stops Shepard. She laughs, just once, harsh and low, then keeps walking. Her answer isn't verbal, it doesn't come to Asuka via air and ears and all the little interferences the length of a corridor can put on the human voice. It comes into her brain, unbidden, cruelly impulsive: there's nowhere on the Station that any of them can really get away from one another.]
(Kid, I'm pretty damn sure you don't even know anything about you.)
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( Kid, I'm pretty damn sure you don't even know anything about you. )