"You're telling me... to tell you... what to look like?"
She is, to put it mildly, skeptical of this concept. She has no idea who you are, pal, what species, sex, gender, or persuasion. For all she knows, this is what you look like, though she doubts it. There's enough stupid on the network that someone would have asked who the monstrous spook was, had there been one walking the streets.
"In the Horizon, everybody has power. Normandy's mobile; I don't own the ground here any more than anyone else," Shepard gestures at the patchwork around them, a middle ground, with its edges all melted together like wax, with the colors not fully blended, "Fix yourself, or get out. That's an order."
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She is, to put it mildly, skeptical of this concept. She has no idea who you are, pal, what species, sex, gender, or persuasion. For all she knows, this is what you look like, though she doubts it. There's enough stupid on the network that someone would have asked who the monstrous spook was, had there been one walking the streets.
"In the Horizon, everybody has power. Normandy's mobile; I don't own the ground here any more than anyone else," Shepard gestures at the patchwork around them, a middle ground, with its edges all melted together like wax, with the colors not fully blended, "Fix yourself, or get out. That's an order."