Shepard rolls her eyes and smirks, showing him the relevant finger, but goes to fish said boyfriend out of the thick of it. Brace your foot, firm grip, and pull. Easy as pie.
"Let's get these back where they belong and do the report, so we can get paid," Shepard says, when Garrus is back on solid ground, "Dean you deal with the glass first, me and Garrus'll start moving bodies."
Then it's down to simple labor; hauling wax bodies, one or two at a time, finding their niches, labels intact. Shepard finds the storage closet meant for the blank-faced ones, and it's still half-full, faceless heads looking back at her as she shoves them in and stacks the limbs neatly next to the dented torso of the one she'd torn apart. Clean sweep; there's the one under the furniture to remember, and a few other ambushes that had never sprung, their presence denoted by empty spots in dioramas. The glass gets swept up, the spirit boards straightened and all in all it takes longer on the cleanup than it did for the mission.
It's gone midnight by the time they're done, and by then the place seems less unsettling, if only because they've been in it for long enough to get used to the place. Shepard, at least, is more than ready to be out of there.
"Alright, good work boys. Let's get the hell out of here and catch some sleep. Good work— and Dean? I'll be tapping you in the future."
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"Let's get these back where they belong and do the report, so we can get paid," Shepard says, when Garrus is back on solid ground, "Dean you deal with the glass first, me and Garrus'll start moving bodies."
Then it's down to simple labor; hauling wax bodies, one or two at a time, finding their niches, labels intact. Shepard finds the storage closet meant for the blank-faced ones, and it's still half-full, faceless heads looking back at her as she shoves them in and stacks the limbs neatly next to the dented torso of the one she'd torn apart. Clean sweep; there's the one under the furniture to remember, and a few other ambushes that had never sprung, their presence denoted by empty spots in dioramas. The glass gets swept up, the spirit boards straightened and all in all it takes longer on the cleanup than it did for the mission.
It's gone midnight by the time they're done, and by then the place seems less unsettling, if only because they've been in it for long enough to get used to the place. Shepard, at least, is more than ready to be out of there.
"Alright, good work boys. Let's get the hell out of here and catch some sleep. Good work— and Dean? I'll be tapping you in the future."