❝ SHEPARD. ❞ their voice is a soft sound, welcoming, kind as it always is when focused upon the spectre. they turn, glancing to the other from behind their shoulder, the softest hint of a smile upon their blue violet lips.  ❝ i am glad you found a moment to speak to me. i was beginning to think you no longer longed for my company. ❞  

            ❝ i- didn’t think anything differently. ❞ tela admitted,  ❝ it’s too bad they didn’t live LONG ENOUGH to be interrogated. ❞ a sore but moot point considering. a mistake that tela wasn’t hellbent on making was underestimating the commander, but they could have stood for something a little less than an outright massacre.  ❝ small favor. ❞ she said, maneuvering through the ‘ fruits ‘ of shepard’s ‘ labor ‘, ❝ let’s try to keep at least one partially conscious next time—-just for the sake of not hitting another… dead end intel wise. ❞ 

❝ GOOD EVENING SPACECATS !! Just In a spotted a curious woman ahead      I'll be interviewing them about the situation here there is definitely something     suspicious going on.    ❞

SPEAKING TO FUSE ON THE MICROPHONE, she walks down towards the woman that stood there (  maybe lost? ) hopefully ULALA would head over to find out what this spacecat Is doing. Oh--a CURIOUS woman ahead!! No wonder, are they wondering were they at? they must have some answers for the views to know, that should rise the ratings for this scoop.

focuses her cerulean hues towards their  ‘gaze’  rather than her surroundings. Making another sigh the reporter placed the blue microphone at the woman,, boots stepping closer to them, making a comfortable smile upon the rose pink lips.

“Uh. I'm sorry?” he asked, still focused on his typing. He made a sound of exasperation. "You know, you are very funny, Shepard. If I didn't know better I almost would have thought you had a ship to command."