"So. Lover boy has a backbone after all." She turned so quickly it was a blur of purple and blue. Metal glinted from the interface behind her, shrouding her and her pistol in its red sheen. There was a gun pointed at his head, there was no mistaking, right between his eyes. Garrus had been held at gunpoint more times than he could keep track of. But Aria stood out for the fact that he couldn't properly tell whether she intended to pull the trigger or not. He could see each possible scenario playing out just behind her pupils like a screen, the infinite possibilities of one twitch of her finger, and exactly where she stood to benefit the most. Shepard's hand was on her sidearm. Her eyebrows looked like two checkmarks arched high. Jaw clenched, she nodded once at him. Your call.
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