"Ask real nice, and I'm sure we can get you what passes for a nice rifle."
She's not sure how she feels about the firearms in this place; that they exist at all is probably a blessing. But still; chemical combustion charges? Small batch manufacture bullets, or else ball pellets? Maybe there's a magical secondary option. Still. She can't help but think of it as frustratingly primitive. Her left hand for a functioning Carnifex.
Or maybe some other wish; one day, we'll get through a mission without something catching on fire.
"Keep dreaming, Vakarian," Shepard laughs, despite their failure, and the metal poking her palm, "Keep dreaming..."
end?
She's not sure how she feels about the firearms in this place; that they exist at all is probably a blessing. But still; chemical combustion charges? Small batch manufacture bullets, or else ball pellets? Maybe there's a magical secondary option. Still. She can't help but think of it as frustratingly primitive. Her left hand for a functioning Carnifex.
Or maybe some other wish; one day, we'll get through a mission without something catching on fire.
"Keep dreaming, Vakarian," Shepard laughs, despite their failure, and the metal poking her palm, "Keep dreaming..."