[She doesn't stop her ministrations nor look up when Shepard seems to suddenly appear. Her brows are creased with the concentration of someone enjoying their craft, and her voice is light despite the...
Doom and gloom of attack.]
I certainly hope not.
[And she's gotten used to the idea that she's a bit more archaic than the people of this world are accustomed to, so she simply shrugs.]
A lockpick. You know, for picking locks. Handy little demon.
no subject
Doom and gloom of attack.]
I certainly hope not.
[And she's gotten used to the idea that she's a bit more archaic than the people of this world are accustomed to, so she simply shrugs.]
A lockpick. You know, for picking locks. Handy little demon.