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[xenoshepherd]

[Does a little thing like waking up with a pair o' cuffs strapped on interfere with the daily patrol? Not when the victim is Shepard. In fact, she would take exception to calling her a victim. It's not a hindrance unless she lets it be

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[turian_honor]

[And who's up there, on a convenient ledge? Or... something of the sort. Either way, he's up at a decent vantage point to survey the green.]

[Yep. This turian here. And he totally spots her, doing her rounds.]

Never thought I'd see the day they'd manage to put the first human Spectre in cuffs.

[xenoshepherd]

[She looks up, squinting, and lifts an arm to shake the offending metal at him in mock-anger.]

Keep talking, buddy. Keep talking.

[turian_honor]

No room to.

[He lifts his own arm in response, the handcuffs dangling merrily off of blue armor.]

I'd just be a hypocrite, if I did. And we can't have that.

[xenoshepherd]

Huh.

Well. Looks like somebody's got a very specific idea of fun in mind.

[She doesn't mean you, Garrus, you're safe. But the handcuffs mean that somebody, somewhere, thought it would be a cute thing to try. As Shepard is frowning, it appears that she does not agree.]

[gift_of_earth]

[Iramaat is busy being a ghost. She tends to prowl the hallways when she does venture inside and she tries to avoid people. No sense in getting involved with them. They're not really her people, even if she does have to interact with them. So really, it's not her fault that she runs into Shepard.]

[xenoshepherd]

[KROGAN CHARGING--

Oh. No. It's just a lady. A lady who barrels into Shepard's plated chest. She reaches out to steady the woman as much as to keep her at arm's length, but it looks like neither will be an issue, because her handcuffs have attached them wrist-to-wrist.]

What?

[gift_of_earth]

[Iramaat reaches out to steady herself and then, with a shock, realizes she's been shackled t this strange woman who is wearing even stranger armor.]

Unhand me!

[She flips the spear in her free hand aside and goes for the knife on her belt. Someone's getting cut.]

[xenoshepherd]

[For the love of god.

No stranger to close-quarters combat, Shepard goes to snatch the hand of Iramaat's holding that damn knife to stop her from earning herself a punishment. With the guests' luck recently, they would end up having to share it.]

Lady just calm down--

[Provided the woman didn't pull any fantastically tricky maneuvers, Shepard would go about pinning the wrist behind Iramaat.]

[graparu]

[Grapple's not happy. The cuff on her wrist is the recipient of a rather unhappy glare and her other hand holds a near empty bottle of liquor. At the sight of Shepard, Grapple shakes her wrist, the cuff clinking with the movement.]

You'd think I'd remember getting cuffed, hm?

[xenoshepherd]

[Whoops.

Shepard lifts the hand uncuffed in mild greeting. A part of her is torn between relief that she's not the only one in this particular state, and sympathy for the others afflicted.]

Same here. I haven't been naughty, one way or another.

[graparu]

[Grapple smiles at that and tilts the bottle to her lips.]

Any other day I wouldn't scrub out the chance that these handcuffs were from an extra-curricular activity, but today? Not a chance in hell. Someone's messing with us alright.

[She leans against the wall and looks to Shepard. That's a voice she remembers.]

Shepard, right? You helped me out on my first day here.

[xenoshepherd]

[She smiles crookedly, nodding.]

That'd be me. Grapple, right? Someone's looking pretty good for having been run over by a truck.

[Solemnly swear that Shepard is not hitting on her, only making an observation.]

Are you on any painkillers? Should you be drinking?