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[whyarewehere]

[ The post drifts up onto the comms one evening, just a simple line of text to ask a simple question:]

guys, how do aliens know when other aliens are hot?

Comments

[calibrates_big_guns]

I didn't figure you were ready to settle down, Shepard ...

[He's not just letting that slip, Shepard.]

[thebioticwoman]

[Sigh.

Oh well, roll with it.]

Mordin turned me down, so I just had to settle.

[calibrates_big_guns]

[Like you wouldn't be doing the same.]

Probably for the best. Always seemed like he was more married to his work than anything else.

[thebioticwoman]

[Like white on rice.]

That's what happens when you fall for a species that doesn't form romantic attachments. I really should have known better.

[calibrates_big_guns]

Don't blame yourself Shepard. He's dreamy.

[thebioticwoman]

It's just my weakness for talkative scientists and light opera coming around to bite me yet again.

[calibrates_big_guns]

Your extremely specific kryptonite.

I'm sure you'll find someone, Shepard.

[thebioticwoman]

I hear Wrex has a brother.

[calibrates_big_guns]

But can he sing Carmen?

[thebioticwoman]

I appreciate the fact that you took the time to look up an Earth opera for this, Garrus.

[calibrates_big_guns]

I don't do things halfway, Shepard.

[atippleoftransparency]

See, you say that like you're joking, but I have had more than moderate success with that strategy.

[thebioticwoman]

Sorry, you and Brainy are a little young for me.

[atippleoftransparency]

Our loss, I'm sure.