"Depends on the weight," She considers it from the closer angle, finally managing to pick her way to his side. Crouching down... it's small, in there, that's for damn sure, "I could try and just toss it. It's the fragmentation that's the real problem..."
In combat, turning a thrown crate into a thousand ragged-edged splinters was a bonus, if anything. But here, it could turn out to be a deadly error.
"...Dammit, Liara was always better at this shit," She mutters, and then stands to consider potential landing zones. The house itself was ruined, but it might've had a cellar, in which case suddenly flipping more weight onto it would drop them all into a world of hurt. The street? That needed to remain clear, for the rescue teams, not to manage the potential for collateral damage if the impact produced shrapnel.
The alleyway? It was handy enough, honestly it was closer than anything else except the house itself, but was it wide enough? Would tossing the rubble there just cause them more trouble? Maybe she should just lift it, but that had its own concerns: she only had so much stamina, after all. There was no point in pride, where it served her ego and no practical purpose.
"Fuck it. If there's someone injured down there, I need you to get them out from under any falling debris while I get the top off this thing," Shepard stepped back, looking for a more stable place to set her stance, and where she could see both the target, and its destination, "Call the mark, it's on you."
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In combat, turning a thrown crate into a thousand ragged-edged splinters was a bonus, if anything. But here, it could turn out to be a deadly error.
"...Dammit, Liara was always better at this shit," She mutters, and then stands to consider potential landing zones. The house itself was ruined, but it might've had a cellar, in which case suddenly flipping more weight onto it would drop them all into a world of hurt. The street? That needed to remain clear, for the rescue teams, not to manage the potential for collateral damage if the impact produced shrapnel.
The alleyway? It was handy enough, honestly it was closer than anything else except the house itself, but was it wide enough? Would tossing the rubble there just cause them more trouble? Maybe she should just lift it, but that had its own concerns: she only had so much stamina, after all. There was no point in pride, where it served her ego and no practical purpose.
"Fuck it. If there's someone injured down there, I need you to get them out from under any falling debris while I get the top off this thing," Shepard stepped back, looking for a more stable place to set her stance, and where she could see both the target, and its destination, "Call the mark, it's on you."