"Watch the balance," Shepard reminds him, surveying her own entry-point with haf an eye on Garrus and a glance or two for the dog. Alright, here looks likely...
It's a slog. There's no two-ways about it; digging is hard enough when it's just sand or soil, and even then you have tools. This is bend and pull, uncertain weight, oddly shaped pieces of house-shrapnel binding and shifting. Twice, Shepard looks up to see Garrus putting his foot down somewhere that she's sure is going to lead to a broken ankle... but his leg just twists to accommodate the angle, seemingly without complaint. Damn. Turian leg muscles; she's well acquainted with them from other perspectives, but it's a new appreciation for form and function that—
—What was that sound?
"Hold up!" She waits, terse, listening. Relative silence descends, behind the background noise of the ongoing rescue efforts. It sounds like someone crying. Or rather, someone wailing. Like a child... or a baby, "You hear that?"
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It's a slog. There's no two-ways about it; digging is hard enough when it's just sand or soil, and even then you have tools. This is bend and pull, uncertain weight, oddly shaped pieces of house-shrapnel binding and shifting. Twice, Shepard looks up to see Garrus putting his foot down somewhere that she's sure is going to lead to a broken ankle... but his leg just twists to accommodate the angle, seemingly without complaint. Damn. Turian leg muscles; she's well acquainted with them from other perspectives, but it's a new appreciation for form and function that—
—What was that sound?
"Hold up!" She waits, terse, listening. Relative silence descends, behind the background noise of the ongoing rescue efforts. It sounds like someone crying. Or rather, someone wailing. Like a child... or a baby, "You hear that?"