[Shepard is, by and large, not the kind of person often approached in the spirit of angelic indulgence. More to the point: she's no angel, herself, not even a particularly good human. But she's no fool and isn't going to turn down a drink, or an offered seat, or a selection of edible dainties.
She makes herself comfortable, with a nod of thanks, and sips at the champagne with a contemplative sort of confusion. Shepard is in good charity with the world, at the moment.]
...You new? [She does not remember seeing him around, and she hasn't seen an oyster-mark yet, but that doesn't mean there isn't one.] Lotta unfamiliar faces, lately.
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She makes herself comfortable, with a nod of thanks, and sips at the champagne with a contemplative sort of confusion. Shepard is in good charity with the world, at the moment.]
...You new? [She does not remember seeing him around, and she hasn't seen an oyster-mark yet, but that doesn't mean there isn't one.] Lotta unfamiliar faces, lately.
[On account of all the parties, you see.]