[The shadow jolts backwards, losing its grip on the body, stumbling into the wall behind.
There's a second of pause as it steadies, puts its hands on the brick, staring blackly into his unfocused eyes with her pits of nothing--
--then pushes off, almost casually, flicking a pistol out with the sort of smooth, practiced action of a professional. There's a deadly confidence in the way she handles it, steps over him, and crouches down, a methodical air as she presses the chamber to his temple, holding him down with her free hand.
There's no monologue, no speech, no snide pleasure. No pause when the shade with Shepard's face pulls the trigger.]
no subject
There's a second of pause as it steadies, puts its hands on the brick, staring blackly into his unfocused eyes with her pits of nothing--
--then pushes off, almost casually, flicking a pistol out with the sort of smooth, practiced action of a professional. There's a deadly confidence in the way she handles it, steps over him, and crouches down, a methodical air as she presses the chamber to his temple, holding him down with her free hand.
There's no monologue, no speech, no snide pleasure. No pause when the shade with Shepard's face pulls the trigger.]