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.

Comments

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.