[She makes sure the door is shut before making a run for him, the direction of his voice. Her body still feels the aftereffects of the ache, the forgotten scrape in her throat, but she pushes through. She won't rest until she's seen him, and she ends up in the stairwell quickly, stopping just short of him to lean against the wall.
Shepard is silent for a few beats, and then speaks past her own breathing.]
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Shepard is silent for a few beats, and then speaks past her own breathing.]
Sorry about that, kid.