[You know what the worst duty in the entire world is? Playing lookout for your CO's makeout sessions. Particularly if you'd rather switch jobs and let Damon do the lookout thing-- best the, that Shepard's where she is, then, because she doesn't have to fake the disgruntled annoyance in her gait. Shepard's a good liar, but that doesn't make her a spy, it just means she can bluff. This whole thing is like something out of a fucking harlequin novel. She hates it.
The interruption in her careful, methodical seep for clues-- ostensibly for intruders on the "romance" happening not far-off is very welcome.]
(Hold up. We've got company.) [This to Sam and Damon. Either it's another Host, or god help them they'll have encountered another group of telepathic people and that's the end of this idiot mission. Either way, things are looking up-- and she broadens her mental "voice" to include Rust.] (Identify yourself.)
[The 'or I'll blow your knees off' is implied. By the blunt, round muzzle of Shepard's shotgun protruding from her robes as she steps towards the source of the mental voice.]
no subject
The interruption in her careful, methodical seep for clues-- ostensibly for intruders on the "romance" happening not far-off is very welcome.]
( Hold up. We've got company. ) [This to Sam and Damon. Either it's another Host, or god help them they'll have encountered another group of telepathic people and that's the end of this idiot mission. Either way, things are looking up-- and she broadens her mental "voice" to include Rust.] ( Identify yourself. )
[The 'or I'll blow your knees off' is implied. By the blunt, round muzzle of Shepard's shotgun protruding from her robes as she steps towards the source of the mental voice.]