012 ⌥ VIDEO. filtered away from the OUTER AUTHORITIES, if that's a thing.

[femshep]

[ Judging by the tired-of-this-shit look on Shepard's face, she's finally biting some kind of bullet when she shoves the back of her hair up and lifts the camera to see the back of her metal Outer Authorities collar. The hand pushing her hair aside lets go of it in favor of taking hold of the collar and trying to give it a wiggle. It doesn't budge, clearly fused to the back of her spine. ]

I want this thing the hell off me. If any of you med-tech types need a pet project, get in touch.

[ And that's it. The feed cuts off there. ]

Comments

[cantcatchme]

That's...

That's one hell of a fashion don't, lady.

[Pietro's staring. A lot. Ouch.]

[femshep]

No kidding. [ Spoken dryly, but there's an underlying edge of seriousness to it. She is so ridiculously sick of this thing, there are no words. ]

[cantcatchme]

[Pietro shakes himself, struggling to look less freaked out than he is.]

Yeah, well... good luck with that. Ain't exactly in my area of expertise.

[femshep]

What is, then? [ Kid's gotta have an area of expertise to have room to say that this isn't it. ]