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“I don’t know People… brought a lot of things with them I’m not a steward, I haven’t looked at the ht but didn’t say He’d never indicated to her that she was anything but a living, breathing quarian, either

“What you have to know about ryncol, son, is you can’t just dig it out of the ground like a wine grape It’s nothing so si contraption, so many chambers and barrels and sterilized condensers It’s a carefully timed process, and the end result is a brain sry meteor”

Senna sighed heavily It didn’t alork Those fitness algorith useful But he had hoped He really had “Grand I love you, even when I need your help so badly and all you can give o fish”

Liat’Nir swigged from the bottle “If my hypothesis is correct, your best-case scenario is that communications will fail next, followed by either environmental zone controls or the trao first Come back and tell me which, ke’sed I need a nap”

“Wait, what hypothesis?”

“Working!” she yelled at hi

“Senna?” came a voice, and a knock, at the door

Captain Qetsi’Olam vas Keelah Si’yah, who always knocked because she was polite, but rarely waited for an answer because she was a small, furious fuel cell powered by enthusiasm and her command lock override code, stepped into his quarters Senna’Nir shoved his grand bunk and pulled a small crate of personal items in front of it with the practiced panic of so the evidence

“K, end conversational protocol Senna4,” he whispered “Resume standard interpersonal routines”

Qetsi appeared in the doorway to his sleeping area, her violet hood crowning her head, not unlike Liat’s cowl

“Captain,” he said, standing up quickly

“Don’t be stupid, Senna How many times have I told you you don’t have to call me that? Keelah, it’s so dark in here”

“Many, Qetsi,” he said, with affection Even now, in this mess, with affection “You have told me many times”

“Yorrik brought me up to speed,” the captain said, her voice thin orry “It’s not… It’s not good, is it?”

“It is not”