[She's not the kind of person who makes a habit of shrugging - or if she ever was, it's something she'd mostly forgotten how to do in the thirteen years since she enlisted. But she shrugs now because she doesn't really know what to say to that. It's not a no, not a yes, just--
(Because she gets it, understands the point of all this. His reasoning isn't bad, she just wants him to be angrier about it. More offended. He's supposed to be mad for her, not apologetic about the rings the CDC is forcing him through. They're both supposed to be angry about it.)
She leans back down, snapping the ammo box shut.]
Let's not make any plans while we've got this crap happening on deck. Knowing our luck, the whole damn ship will blow up before then. [It's a mild kind of evasion as she wrestles the box back into the storage space under the bunk. She's not ready to give him anything more than that. Not yet. When she's done, she straightens - dusts her hands on her hips even though there isn't anything really to wipe off.]
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(Because she gets it, understands the point of all this. His reasoning isn't bad, she just wants him to be angrier about it. More offended. He's supposed to be mad for her, not apologetic about the rings the CDC is forcing him through. They're both supposed to be angry about it.)
She leans back down, snapping the ammo box shut.]
Let's not make any plans while we've got this crap happening on deck. Knowing our luck, the whole damn ship will blow up before then. [It's a mild kind of evasion as she wrestles the box back into the storage space under the bunk. She's not ready to give him anything more than that. Not yet. When she's done, she straightens - dusts her hands on her hips even though there isn't anything really to wipe off.]
Congratulations on the promotion, Garrus.
[And at least manages to make it sound genuine.]