[ Shepard's answer unmistakeably annoys her, easy to see in the way she curls her lips and presses them in a flat line like if she has swallowed a lemon, but she doesn't say anything about it. Just gives her an unfriendly look, eyebrows low, creasing her forehead, before she steps aside from the compartments finally put aside.
To avoid the conversation escalating, and to keep her focus on the current evacuation situation, Parker heads over to her bunk without a word, picking up her handgun she had been cleaning. Checks to see if it's all good and straps it to its leg holster, back turned to Shepard.
The question makes her groan a little, nose scrunched up - not because of the driver himself, but rather the fact she's not it. Always such an annoying thing about driving. ]
Moreau. [ She says as she grabs her helmet, wiping the visor on her clothes carefully. ] He's one of yours, right?
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To avoid the conversation escalating, and to keep her focus on the current evacuation situation, Parker heads over to her bunk without a word, picking up her handgun she had been cleaning. Checks to see if it's all good and straps it to its leg holster, back turned to Shepard.
The question makes her groan a little, nose scrunched up - not because of the driver himself, but rather the fact she's not it. Always such an annoying thing about driving. ]
Moreau. [ She says as she grabs her helmet, wiping the visor on her clothes carefully. ] He's one of yours, right?