[There's no answer for a long beat and then a moment later, Shepard comes swinging around the rear corner of the rover, stride long. Wherever she was, it was apparently farther out than Lysander had come from - or she'd managed to get tangled in a conversation or waylaid somehow on the way over. She doesn't apologize.]
So gloves, huh? [She's already peeling off her mittens.] What do I owe you?
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Seriously?
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
I can head back over to my rover now. I'm in 030.
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Meet you there in a few minutes then.
[He is undeterred by your incredulity Shepard.]
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He manages not to look too pleased with himself, either.]
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So gloves, huh? [She's already peeling off her mittens.] What do I owe you?