[He looks like a wreck is what he looks like. Shepard shrugs off any potential last of the objectors to her presence by steadfastly ignoring absolutely everyone as she closes in to side of the bed. She sets her hand against the very edge of the bunk when she gets there, the crisp bleached sterile cloth faintly rough and stiff against the back of her knuckles.
She's never liked medical in any universe for a lot of good reasons.]
You look like shit, Khezek.
[Should sound like a joke, but isn't - her expression severely drawn.]
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She's never liked medical in any universe for a lot of good reasons.]
You look like shit, Khezek.
[Should sound like a joke, but isn't - her expression severely drawn.]