Shepard had begun to call out at the sight of a familiar face, but hesitated as Rey stood stock-still, dangling dog tags in front of her face. Suddenly, the commander is aware of her own tags, now in place around her neck after she'd retrieved them from her own locker.
She isn't flustered (Shep isn't ever flustered, really), but she does look a little apologetic at breaking what may have been a memorial-intended. With that in mind, she cleared her throat hastily, hand slipping from the air where she'd raised it.
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Shepard had begun to call out at the sight of a familiar face, but hesitated as Rey stood stock-still, dangling dog tags in front of her face. Suddenly, the commander is aware of her own tags, now in place around her neck after she'd retrieved them from her own locker.
She isn't flustered (Shep isn't ever flustered, really), but she does look a little apologetic at breaking what may have been a memorial-intended. With that in mind, she cleared her throat hastily, hand slipping from the air where she'd raised it.
"... Sorry about that. I'll just--"