[ It's... a lot to digest. Gunnery officer. Well... he supposed that made enough sense, if the gun needed to be calibrated with computer programming. Sniper... was a bit of a stretch for him, but hey, it was what he was best at in training.
Turian, though. He'd really wanted to deny it, but it seems next to impossible now. ]
So the "other me" was an alien. And now I've got a permanent case of smoker's cough/kazoo-in-throat, and to top it all off, there's a pretty good chance I could echo-pulse back more turian traits.
Great.
[ a sigh.
But... wait. This guy probably wants some information too. ]
You were a doctor. But, not the ship doctor. You worked on genetics, and ran a clinic somewhere before you came on board. Also, I think you were kinda old. But, that's all I'm getting. The rest... I'm drawing a blank on.
no subject
Turian, though. He'd really wanted to deny it, but it seems next to impossible now. ]
So the "other me" was an alien. And now I've got a permanent case of smoker's cough/kazoo-in-throat, and to top it all off, there's a pretty good chance I could echo-pulse back more turian traits.
Great.
[ a sigh.
But... wait. This guy probably wants some information too. ]
You were a doctor. But, not the ship doctor. You worked on genetics, and ran a clinic somewhere before you came on board. Also, I think you were kinda old. But, that's all I'm getting. The rest... I'm drawing a blank on.