[ Robyn's Mirror doesn't have much to offer anyone and therefore shies from company. Company always seems to find her, though, perhaps drawn to the chapel as she herself was, and is.
She doesn't speak for a long time, watching Shepard like a hawk. ]
Your face... [ She says aloud, wondering. Her own is a mess of dark veins and inky trails, as if she's leaking, but this woman is... clearly different. ]
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She doesn't speak for a long time, watching Shepard like a hawk. ]
Your face... [ She says aloud, wondering. Her own is a mess of dark veins and inky trails, as if she's leaking, but this woman is... clearly different. ]