Shepard stares at him in disgruntled disbelief. He doesn't know. What an engine is. And friendship is what chokes him off? This really is high school, or else this boy is a bigger idiot than he looks, or...
...or he's just a con man.
If there were any stakes at all, here, Shepard might take that thought and use it as a weapon. But, she's tired, and disinclined by the sunshine and the general abundance of the last few weeks to treat the world with more than usual suspicion. And, for once in her life, there really aren't any stakes to just... knowing someone. Shooting the shit.
"How about," shepard sighs, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. Fuck it, why not? "How 'bout, you explain that Golden whatever, and I'll break it down for you. But I'm a soldier, not an engineer, so... Cut me that much slack, alright?"
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...or he's just a con man.
If there were any stakes at all, here, Shepard might take that thought and use it as a weapon. But, she's tired, and disinclined by the sunshine and the general abundance of the last few weeks to treat the world with more than usual suspicion. And, for once in her life, there really aren't any stakes to just... knowing someone. Shooting the shit.
"How about," shepard sighs, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. Fuck it, why not? "How 'bout, you explain that Golden whatever, and I'll break it down for you. But I'm a soldier, not an engineer, so... Cut me that much slack, alright?"