[ York doesn't answer for a moment, just trying to catch her shallow breath. She tries to laugh, but it comes out breathy, a little mangled. ]
Trust me, I've had closer.
[ But it's still not right. York's heart is still up in her throat, and she swears she can feel heat that isn't there, and it's not the best idea but the area's clear, so she shoulders her rifle and jerks her helmet off, a gloved hand immediately going to her face. Her fingers rub over her left eye, around the socket -- it's all intact. She can still see. It's just like it's been ever since she got the damn thing fixed on Sacrosanct.
She gives Garrus a momentary glance before she tugs her helmet back on. Man, it's not like her to freak out like that, but -- Christ, it'd been close. The accident had been a couple of years ago, by now, but in a place like this, it's still fresh in her memory. ]
YOU'RE THE BEST
Trust me, I've had closer.
[ But it's still not right. York's heart is still up in her throat, and she swears she can feel heat that isn't there, and it's not the best idea but the area's clear, so she shoulders her rifle and jerks her helmet off, a gloved hand immediately going to her face. Her fingers rub over her left eye, around the socket -- it's all intact. She can still see. It's just like it's been ever since she got the damn thing fixed on Sacrosanct.
She gives Garrus a momentary glance before she tugs her helmet back on. Man, it's not like her to freak out like that, but -- Christ, it'd been close. The accident had been a couple of years ago, by now, but in a place like this, it's still fresh in her memory. ]
I'm good. I'm fine.