08-02-2012, 01:39 PM
Gerris snorted, her own way of counting to 10. She wasn't going to play her game, and next time the voluptuous quarian tried to sneak up on her like that she'd just meet her lips with her fist.
"Where's your contact?" she asked, focusing on their mission ahead.
"Where's your contact?" she asked, focusing on their mission ahead.