[She opens her mouth, but whatever she was about to say — retort, apologize, spit more sand — dissolves in the face of Nihlus' small affections. The headbutt (unmistakable, even with the unseeing curtain of hair) and face touch — the familiarity was enough to color her cheeks.
She starts for second when Nihlus slides the glasses onto her face, barely hearing her mentor's words. By the time she shakes herself out of it, Nihlus is off, towards the promised towels. Shepard stands, frowning at herself as she pushes the hair out of her eyes with the glasses.
What am I getting so worked up about?
The answer is obvious before she's finished asking it, and it starts with a 'G' and rhymes with 'Harris'. The actions are reminiscent, in a way that causes her heart to squeeze tight in her chest — but that was where the similarities ended. Nihlus and Garrus were as different as two Turians could be, and she wasn't one to get caught up in comparisons — she strongly suspected that, had they ever met properly, there would've been a fight. Each had their own unique traits, skills, and personalities.
So what is this?
She frowns again, then shrugs, bodily, at herself, before following after Nihlus. By the time she catches up, her expression is back to one of sunnier disposition.]
On a scale of one to my birthday party, how much alcohol are we looking to drink?
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She starts for second when Nihlus slides the glasses onto her face, barely hearing her mentor's words. By the time she shakes herself out of it, Nihlus is off, towards the promised towels. Shepard stands, frowning at herself as she pushes the hair out of her eyes with the glasses.
What am I getting so worked up about?
The answer is obvious before she's finished asking it, and it starts with a 'G' and rhymes with 'Harris'. The actions are reminiscent, in a way that causes her heart to squeeze tight in her chest — but that was where the similarities ended. Nihlus and Garrus were as different as two Turians could be, and she wasn't one to get caught up in comparisons — she strongly suspected that, had they ever met properly, there would've been a fight. Each had their own unique traits, skills, and personalities.
So what is this?
She frowns again, then shrugs, bodily, at herself, before following after Nihlus. By the time she catches up, her expression is back to one of sunnier disposition.]
On a scale of one to my birthday party, how much alcohol are we looking to drink?