[Is it a bias? Maybe. But she chooses not to mouth off about it in favour of settling back in her cheap wooden chair as the story she's been waiting for begins. And it's-- something. She's rapt, honestly, as she listens to the tale of battles she finds hard to envision - the cramped crawlways of the tunnels, how impossible it would have been to swing a sword in there - and the ugly horror of what had been done to the slaves.
Her face, ever expressive, reflects the points in the story where she feels disgust, or excitement, and as Shepard talks she leans ever forward until both elbows are on the sticky table-top and her chin is in her hands.
Shepard is fast ascending to Top Tier Badass in her estimations.]
Fuck yes.
[She announces loudly as the story comes to a close, fist slamming down on the table and eliciting a few dubious looks from some of the other patrons.]
Screw those guys. It sounds like they needed to die.
[She may just have some rather personal feelings about indentured servitude, even if her own situation had been a far cry from the one described.]
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Her face, ever expressive, reflects the points in the story where she feels disgust, or excitement, and as Shepard talks she leans ever forward until both elbows are on the sticky table-top and her chin is in her hands.
Shepard is fast ascending to Top Tier Badass in her estimations.]
Fuck yes.
[She announces loudly as the story comes to a close, fist slamming down on the table and eliciting a few dubious looks from some of the other patrons.]
Screw those guys. It sounds like they needed to die.
[She may just have some rather personal feelings about indentured servitude, even if her own situation had been a far cry from the one described.]