Rust's gaze drops off her. He removes one of his scarves, observing as he folds it: ] You remind me of somebody. [ He buffs the image of Marty's dumbass belt buckle. Stray sensations seep in around the edges: the smell of stale beer, the feel of a room filling up with someone else's sleep, a cord of guilt drawn taut.
He looks back to Shepard, impassive. ] Your rank, did you get that here or is it vestigial?
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Rust's gaze drops off her. He removes one of his scarves, observing as he folds it: ] You remind me of somebody. [ He buffs the image of Marty's dumbass belt buckle. Stray sensations seep in around the edges: the smell of stale beer, the feel of a room filling up with someone else's sleep, a cord of guilt drawn taut.
He looks back to Shepard, impassive. ] Your rank, did you get that here or is it vestigial?