Alisa Shepard is, to put it bluntly, fucking exhausted. It's not only that she just came off of narrowly surviving what everyone - including herself - was certain was a suicide mission to stop humanity from being destroyed once again, although that's a good part of it. No, it's that somewhere along the line she went from Shepard the navy brat to
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The scribe raises a hand and waves, with just the smallest hint of a smile on her face. "Can't help but notice that you look a little lost."
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"Yeah. Can't help but notice this isn't my ship." Her arms fold beneath her breasts, a reflexive gesture, and her eyes narrow a little as she takes the other woman in. Shepard's barely dressed, but she's not going to let it bother her.
"You mind telling me what's going on?"
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A pause.
"That's the general gist of things."
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"... The hotel kidnaps people. For sex."
If that's not close to the top on her list of strangest things she's ever heard, she doesn't know what is. And Shepard won't admit out loud that it's been a long time since she's gotten any herself, not since before she died and came back. Maybe in some twisted way, it's appropriate she's here.
"Let me guess, no one's found a way out."
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