[She doesn't start, but in the brief moment between when she catches sight of him in her peripherals and Corvo speaks all the fine hairs at the back of her neck stand on end. She can taste something iron and instinctual in her mouth, the sudden surge of adrenaline: a relic from the dark of the hallways, just there at the edge of everything thanks to whatever's happening in the ship this cycle.
It should dissipate the moment common sense overrides the instinctual knee jerk response to a shadow at the edge of her vision; the fact that it doesn't immediately prompts Shepard to frown slightly, her jaw set.]
Something like that. [She pats the top of the coffee machine. All things considered it's downright affectionate.] Want a cup? I've got a whole pot brewing.
[And is of half a mind to just spirit the thing back to her camp in the nearby rec room, screw whoever needs it next.]
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It should dissipate the moment common sense overrides the instinctual knee jerk response to a shadow at the edge of her vision; the fact that it doesn't immediately prompts Shepard to frown slightly, her jaw set.]
Something like that. [She pats the top of the coffee machine. All things considered it's downright affectionate.] Want a cup? I've got a whole pot brewing.
[And is of half a mind to just spirit the thing back to her camp in the nearby rec room, screw whoever needs it next.]