"If you fall, I'm not catching you," Shepard warns, dishonesty in every syllable. Of course she'd catch him; whether he'd enjoy the process is less certain.
But then, it's really not that far up, all things considered. Garrus reaches out and the little machine waves its legs at him threateningly, or perhaps merely with desperation. One of its pointy little feet is caught between the ladder and the wall, wedged in at an odd angle that it surely would have been able to wriggle free of, eventually— had it not been dealing with a hot pursuit.
His hand closes around it and the screaming cuts off in the same moment. The silence is another kind of deafening, but Shepard's sigh of relief is unfeigned.
"What happened? Can you tell if it's broken?" Though they both knew it was at least unbroken enough to lead them on a merry chase, "I didn't think I was gripping it that hard."
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But then, it's really not that far up, all things considered. Garrus reaches out and the little machine waves its legs at him threateningly, or perhaps merely with desperation. One of its pointy little feet is caught between the ladder and the wall, wedged in at an odd angle that it surely would have been able to wriggle free of, eventually— had it not been dealing with a hot pursuit.
His hand closes around it and the screaming cuts off in the same moment. The silence is another kind of deafening, but Shepard's sigh of relief is unfeigned.
"What happened? Can you tell if it's broken?" Though they both knew it was at least unbroken enough to lead them on a merry chase, "I didn't think I was gripping it that hard."