[The man taking point is late thirties, or thereabouts, exact age difficult to pin down in a way that speaks to good genes, and a lifetime of activity.
And possibly gene mods, but that's neither here nor there.
His gun isn't up, but his colleagues' are, a suggestion that whatever this confrontation is, it hasn't just begun.]
Drop the weapon, ma'am, and we'll sort this out.
[It's emphatic, with a slight undercurrent of irritation, and the latter sharpens as his gaze flicks briefly towards Kaidan, trusting to the men and women he works with to cover his back as he assesses this new development.]
She one of yours?
[Meaning from the ship - or, more likely, as that much is obvious, one of the people claiming to be from a reality where alliances were, in a word, shifted.
no subject
And possibly gene mods, but that's neither here nor there.
His gun isn't up, but his colleagues' are, a suggestion that whatever this confrontation is, it hasn't just begun.]
Drop the weapon, ma'am, and we'll sort this out.
[It's emphatic, with a slight undercurrent of irritation, and the latter sharpens as his gaze flicks briefly towards Kaidan, trusting to the men and women he works with to cover his back as he assesses this new development.]
She one of yours?
[Meaning from the ship - or, more likely, as that much is obvious, one of the people claiming to be from a reality where alliances were, in a word, shifted.
(In two more words, fucked up.)]