I hate this job. [She says it without malice; it's true, though. This mission? This is anything but her forte. Keep your head down is the name of the game, on this fucking planet, and Shepard really sucks at it.] So. Y'know. Try not to die, and you'll probably be fine. Already lost one of us, on this. A couple more lyin' down on the job, if you notice.
[the comatose hosts, she means. They sleep, lined up like corpses until the shuttle arrives bearing fresh meat-- like Rogue. Those same shuttles cart off the unconscious bodies when they leave. Grim business.]
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[Tomato potato, you know?]
I hate this job. [She says it without malice; it's true, though. This mission? This is anything but her forte. Keep your head down is the name of the game, on this fucking planet, and Shepard really sucks at it.] So. Y'know. Try not to die, and you'll probably be fine. Already lost one of us, on this. A couple more lyin' down on the job, if you notice.
[the comatose hosts, she means. They sleep, lined up like corpses until the shuttle arrives bearing fresh meat-- like Rogue. Those same shuttles cart off the unconscious bodies when they leave. Grim business.]