[Shepard follows, equally forthright. She may be used to being in charge, but it's not as if she's ever forgotten the language of deference— when he stops, so does she, a step back, and enough to one side as to be capable of providing backup, without ever giving the idea that she might be somehow uninvolved.
At the mention of her 'true face' Shepard shoots a glance at Steve. Ominous.]
So you used to be like them. [A nod for her robed friends] And now you're here, collecting plants?
[Eyes cast down, as if uncertain, or perhaps merely distracted by the native flora near their feet, she says, "Yes, that is my task. I have been chosen to do so."]
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At the mention of her 'true face' Shepard shoots a glance at Steve. Ominous.]
So you used to be like them. [A nod for her robed friends] And now you're here, collecting plants?
[Eyes cast down, as if uncertain, or perhaps merely distracted by the native flora near their feet, she says, "Yes, that is my task. I have been chosen to do so."]