voice. at ass o'clock in the morning.

[mindoired]

So this is like an intraship social network, right? People ask questions and crap and... I don't know. Talk. [ there's a pause as the very awkward teen yawns. ] I've got a question for all of you, then. What do you do when you can't sleep?

Back hom-- [ she cuts herself off, rewords that. ] Back on Mindoir, I'd go for a run out in the fields or the woody area not far from the farm. There's nothing like that on a ship, though.

[ shepard misses the open spaces.

there's a moment's pause and then her tone changes from the somewhat embarrassed but mostly exhausted and not caring vibe it had for everything else to something distinctly grumpier. ]

First person to suggest a warm glass of milk is liable to get a boot up their ass, though. I'm not five.

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voice;

[chipouttaluck]

[Hey, have a voice that sounds somewhere in the vicinity of southwest.]

Eh, count whatever I've got in my pockets. If some raiders don't decide to make trouble instead, anyway.

voice;

[mindoired]

Raiders? We have to worry about raiders on this ship?

[ she sounds genuinely worried about this. ]

voice;

[chipouttaluck]

Nope, not really. There was this one time, 'bout two months ago, got our teeth kicked in before running them off, but that's about in. Nowhere near as bad as it gets back home.

voice;

[mindoired]

They weren't Batarian, were they?

voice;

[chipouttaluck]

Sounded something like Caducus?

voice;

[mindoired]

[ that's a relief. ]

I've never heard of them.

voice;

[chipouttaluck]

Yeah, neither did I. Seemed like there was some old score that needed settling, and we waltzed right into the middle of it.