[Bless the optimism that lived in Sam's heart, but Shepard could not share it. She steps up to him, then briefly to the right, a little awkward in the narrow space, and keys open the weapons locker there. It shouldn't have held anything fancier than a Tempest, for the sake of Joker's shoulderbones, but Shepard would take anything with gratitude at the moment.[]
Damn. [It was empty. Whatever there was to this place, it didn't seem inclined to arm them.] I'm gonna go with no.
[there is a beat of silence, then Shepard turns away, abrupt and brusque]
Let's keep moving. They better not have done something to my hamster.
[The CIC is appallingly empty in a way that speaks to Shepard of nothing so much as that brief window when it had been empty before, when the Collectors had taken every last soul on the ship, with little exception. The hour of darkness when they'd been forced to simply charge in, with whatever they'd had to hand, and... Well, better not to linger. The elevator opens at her request and for a brief flash of time Shepard tenses, ready for the door to reveal some fresh strangeness, but it's only the same narrow cube as always. Going up!
The same couldn't be said of Shepard's cabin, however. The vestibule looked fine enough, and she had just about begun to hope when the door opened not to reveal the comforting blue glow or the decadent, ridiculous size of her quarters, but instead... something all too terrestrial.
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Damn. [It was empty. Whatever there was to this place, it didn't seem inclined to arm them.] I'm gonna go with no.
[there is a beat of silence, then Shepard turns away, abrupt and brusque]
Let's keep moving. They better not have done something to my hamster.
[The CIC is appallingly empty in a way that speaks to Shepard of nothing so much as that brief window when it had been empty before, when the Collectors had taken every last soul on the ship, with little exception. The hour of darkness when they'd been forced to simply charge in, with whatever they'd had to hand, and... Well, better not to linger. The elevator opens at her request and for a brief flash of time Shepard tenses, ready for the door to reveal some fresh strangeness, but it's only the same narrow cube as always. Going up!
The same couldn't be said of Shepard's cabin, however. The vestibule looked fine enough, and she had just about begun to hope when the door opened not to reveal the comforting blue glow or the decadent, ridiculous size of her quarters, but instead... something all too terrestrial.
And very unfamiliar.]