[The thumps of the heads hitting the floor is almost humorous. Overall, the situation is an almost-familiar combination of the incredible and grotesque, and the tension of it has her stifling a smile. She nods towards Robin.]
Commander Shepard. [Beat; the situation is so home-like, she almost forgot.] Uh, just "Shepard" is fine, though.
[She re-orients her omni-tool, and gestures, not unkindly, to her companion.]
Let's go.
[They proceed quietly and efficiently, and sure enough, the way back is relatively clear — relatively too clear, she finds herself correcting. So when, halfway to the transporters, there's a nigh-inaudible sound of scraping and shuffling around a blind corner, Shepard's pistol is already out and initialized. She turns to Robin, and inclines her head towards the sound.]
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Commander Shepard. [Beat; the situation is so home-like, she almost forgot.] Uh, just "Shepard" is fine, though.
[She re-orients her omni-tool, and gestures, not unkindly, to her companion.]
Let's go.
[They proceed quietly and efficiently, and sure enough, the way back is relatively clear — relatively too clear, she finds herself correcting. So when, halfway to the transporters, there's a nigh-inaudible sound of scraping and shuffling around a blind corner, Shepard's pistol is already out and initialized. She turns to Robin, and inclines her head towards the sound.]
Hear it?