Fresh out. Guess I must've left the spares in my other armor.
[ The biting sarcasm isn't really directed at Garrus, honestly -- it's just York's response to a tight situation. She keeps falling back, firing suppressive bursts, but nothing really sticks until she gets a lucky couple of shots right into one of their heads. Wash is the crack shot, not her -- York's generally better with her fists, but something tells her she doesn't want to tango with this thing.
The remaining adjutant lumbers toward her, and York's starting to run out of room to back up. ]
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[ The biting sarcasm isn't really directed at Garrus, honestly -- it's just York's response to a tight situation. She keeps falling back, firing suppressive bursts, but nothing really sticks until she gets a lucky couple of shots right into one of their heads. Wash is the crack shot, not her -- York's generally better with her fists, but something tells her she doesn't want to tango with this thing.
The remaining adjutant lumbers toward her, and York's starting to run out of room to back up. ]