[ York glances at Garrus one more time before she turns to head out, grinning to herself. ]
Movin' out. Just don't let any of those things get too close to me.
[ Clunky though her armor might be, York's glad for it now. She advances down the alleyway, rifle raised, and -- Jesus Christ two of those things come bounding around the corner not far ahead. York lets out a curse and fires a few bursts at them, taking a couple of quick steps back. ]
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Movin' out. Just don't let any of those things get too close to me.
[ Clunky though her armor might be, York's glad for it now. She advances down the alleyway, rifle raised, and -- Jesus Christ two of those things come bounding around the corner not far ahead. York lets out a curse and fires a few bursts at them, taking a couple of quick steps back. ]