What is this paragon bullshit?
[Private Video to York. Veetor did the encryption, so you know it's boss.]
[Shepard just looks resigned.
Absolutely resigned.
There's a hideous dress on the chair next to her and if you squint, you can see an equally hideous pair of heeled shoes beneath it.]
Red wants a dance, or so she's made clear. I owe her one...or two, and I figure now's the season to make good on that.
You know anything about what she's got in mind?
[Read as: you know her, what do I do to make her like this?]
[Audio, to all UNSC Personnel. Again, props to Veetor for that crazy Quarian BS.]
This is Commander Shepard.
I have a personal request for your current commanding officer. Problem is, I'm not sure which one of you's got the job.
Anyone care to shed some light on this?
[Serious request or farming for intel? YOU DECIDE.]