( on the offensive immediately, shepard crouches into a fighting stance, pistol cocked and aimed at the speedy projectile. too red to be part of the ship, too fast to have been thrown. despite thinking she's being attacked, shepard holds her aim out for the opportune moment ... just watching. curiously. her aim eases a bit at the apparent politeness of the projectile -- a hand, she takes, which at first makes her think geth before she shakes her head and says synthetic.
the woman herself lights up in a purple glow, the bulk of which she sends over towards the ship's hull, lifting it with a wave of her hand, and a powerful surge of biotics. the hull lifts, delicately moves over, and gets placed back down in the sand where it won't be in the way.
shepard turns towards the direction the hand came from, gun still pointed, calling out. )
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the woman herself lights up in a purple glow, the bulk of which she sends over towards the ship's hull, lifting it with a wave of her hand, and a powerful surge of biotics. the hull lifts, delicately moves over, and gets placed back down in the sand where it won't be in the way.
shepard turns towards the direction the hand came from, gun still pointed, calling out. )
Hey!