@integreti :: x
Cold blue eyes scrutinized the Major in the silence while waiting for an answer. He wasn’t expecting anything substantial. He knew he was a curiosity, a freak. The crew regarded him with barely hidden suspicion. He couldn’t blame them, he did after all nearly succeeded in hijacking not only the Normandy but the Commander’s identity.
When the Major’s hands started to tremble of all things (was his answer as to why he’d been staring that upsetting?) one of his eyebrows twitched in curiosity before lowering into a frown at the apology. Sorry for what, he wondered, the staring or showing some sort of weakness to an unknown?
A scoff passed his lips. “Why don’t you go and bother the real Shepard? Or are you my babysitter?” Not that he needed one. No doubt the A.I. would inform everyone if he so much as sneezed in the wrong direction.











