continued from December 2016 event [She turns around to flash a grin at her, but it's not at the irony. It's the thought that even after death, a version of her could vastly inconvenience Shepard. A huge bureaucratic headache's an achievement of sorts.
[Apparently she didn't turn around carefully enough to account for her shoulder, because she has to wince and rub at her neck with her free hand for a moment.
[When she speaks again, it's quieter, the faint flush of achievement gone.]
[She raises an eyebrow, shaking her head as she continues to rifle through the crate's contents, fishing out a spool of wire.] Try not to look too pleased with yourself — you turned down the chance to watch it all unfold in person.
[Loading spools of wire (several; almost all the box contained) into her rucksack, she looks up again when her clone quietens, questions, almost hesitantly.]
She went quietly, so as far as I know? Lockup. I put in a request for counselling after I got a peak at her records, but no idea if it went through, or where she ended up. [Shepard shrugs, expression wry.] Not a lot of time to do a follow-up before everything went to hell.
["You turned down the chance" is interesting new information she wasn't looking for: So this Shepard offered her clone a life with her too, and her counterpart had similarly turned it down.
[She tucks this knowledge away, but takes a moment longer to absorb the news about her mentor. It is closure, of a sort. Somewhat unsatisfying, though she doesn't know what exactly she wanted to hear. But at least it's an answer to what she's been wondering all this time.]
Well.
[Not that she wants to say any of this to Shepard of all people.]
Don't loot anything useless.
[Weak, but she feels the news she's just received justifies it. She's out.]
for Shepard
[She turns around to flash a grin at her, but it's not at the irony. It's the thought that even after death, a version of her could vastly inconvenience Shepard. A huge bureaucratic headache's an achievement of sorts.
[Apparently she didn't turn around carefully enough to account for her shoulder, because she has to wince and rub at her neck with her free hand for a moment.
[When she speaks again, it's quieter, the faint flush of achievement gone.]
What happened to Maya?
no subject
[Loading spools of wire (several; almost all the box contained) into her rucksack, she looks up again when her clone quietens, questions, almost hesitantly.]
She went quietly, so as far as I know? Lockup. I put in a request for counselling after I got a peak at her records, but no idea if it went through, or where she ended up. [Shepard shrugs, expression wry.] Not a lot of time to do a follow-up before everything went to hell.
no subject
[She tucks this knowledge away, but takes a moment longer to absorb the news about her mentor. It is closure, of a sort. Somewhat unsatisfying, though she doesn't know what exactly she wanted to hear. But at least it's an answer to what she's been wondering all this time.]
Well.
[Not that she wants to say any of this to Shepard of all people.]
Don't loot anything useless.
[Weak, but she feels the news she's just received justifies it. She's out.]