[ Steve exchanges that glance with Shepard, used to having someone at his side when undertaking a questioning like this. It's natural for him, though he makes sure not to linger for too long, focused on the group of acolytes. ]
Chosen? By who?
[ At that, she gives them a look that's hard to decipher, especially with her facial expressions obscured by the fungus. She opens her mouth, about to speak again, when one of her "guards" grabs for her arm.
"It's about time we were going," he says, roughly. "You got what you needed."
She glances down to her satchel and nods, before sending Steve and Shepard one final look. "You may understand, in time."
And then they're gone, just as quickly as they arrived. ]
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Chosen? By who?
[ At that, she gives them a look that's hard to decipher, especially with her facial expressions obscured by the fungus. She opens her mouth, about to speak again, when one of her "guards" grabs for her arm.
"It's about time we were going," he says, roughly. "You got what you needed."
She glances down to her satchel and nods, before sending Steve and Shepard one final look. "You may understand, in time."
And then they're gone, just as quickly as they arrived. ]