004 ⌥ AUDIO & TEXT

[femshep]

...If that fog ever comes back, just do me a favor and shoot me first.

[And that's all she has to say there.

But a few people will be receiving text portions locked individually to them, most of them reading the exact same:]


BCC: Telford, Kirk, Thrace, Hunt, Vegeta, Hart, Rhade
MESSAGE: If you've got time, I'd like to have a word with you in person.

TO: Claire
MESSAGE: Training sometime in the next 48 hours. When's good for you?

TO: Fox
MESSAGES: Still alive over there?

Comments

[femshep]

[Long confused pause.] Is that how it hit you, then? Memory loss?

The fog rolled in last week. Chemical fog--if I had my crew here, we'd have ran more tests on that shit than you could've counted, but for now the exact chemical composition is pretty much an unknown.

Let's just say it messed with a few people's heads.

[radars]

Memory loss? I don't --

[ He definitely was just about to say he doesn't remember any memory loss.

He sighs. ]

I suppose it did.

[femshep]

You didn't miss much.

[Oh, he missed plenty, but nothing she wouldn't rather just forget ever happened.]

[radars]

Liar.

[femshep]

Whose head did you pull that out of?

[That decides how much of a liar she actually is.]

[radars]

Just a bit of deductive reasoning.

[femshep]

On what grounds?

[radars]

'Do me a favor and shoot me first'?

[femshep]

...Yeah, okay, I guess that's fair.

[radars]

I'm not an idiot.

What happened? Did you see me?

[femshep]

No.

I did, however, see 243 'primordial slugs'.

And I shot every last one of them.

[That says plenty right there, even without her acting like a fool and then having a meltdown. The fool part he could probably glean from the network just fine, though.]

[radars]

Oh dear.

Any casualties?

[femshep]

None. Some of the walls have a few-dozen more holes, but everyone else was apparently smart enough to stay the hell out of range.

[radars]

Good. I'm glad.

[femshep]

That makes two of us.