[Okay, the over detailed account of her inglorious escape from the badly engineered trap was one thing, but no. Clones. Clones. The door to the shuttle pops open, a gentle hiss as it lifts, but Shepard doesn't move to disembark. Instead she fixes Garrus with an exceedingly flat, interminably long stare.
no subject
Clones.]
Okay, I'm calling bullshit.