[Her eyes are narrowed, her weight's all in her heels, but eventually Shepard rocks forward - makes for the door of the shuttle craft with her weapon in hand and hops the short drop down to the rocky terrain underfoot.]
Take point. [Because don't think she's missed that inclination to do it, Vakarian. It isn't until they've left the shuttle behind, making their way along the approach to the base, that Shepard backtracks mentally, snags on something and shoots him another glance.] --Hold on, girlfriend?
[--And then a shot rings out, cracking against a nearby ledge that makes small stone and chips of shale sprinkle down on them - prompts a low noise of irritation in her as she levels her weapon and sights down it, lines up a shot and pulls the trigger three times. The rifle's a mid-range weapon, but it performs admirably; some simulated bastard out there is saying their sweet goodbyes to a few vital organs right about now.]
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Take point. [Because don't think she's missed that inclination to do it, Vakarian. It isn't until they've left the shuttle behind, making their way along the approach to the base, that Shepard backtracks mentally, snags on something and shoots him another glance.] --Hold on, girlfriend?
[--And then a shot rings out, cracking against a nearby ledge that makes small stone and chips of shale sprinkle down on them - prompts a low noise of irritation in her as she levels her weapon and sights down it, lines up a shot and pulls the trigger three times. The rifle's a mid-range weapon, but it performs admirably; some simulated bastard out there is saying their sweet goodbyes to a few vital organs right about now.]