[Everything normal. It's wrong how much she wanted him to express doubt and have to explore more. She's his commanding officer; self-control is something she needs to have, especially now. This is business, and however many times Shepard has to repeat that to herself, she will.
And now the other side, Mordin reaching over her to examine. The heat that radiates off of his body as he bends and brings his arm closer to the first breast he touched is nearly tangible. Shepard has to look away to keep from looking at him, worried about what might show in her face and eyes right now. There's an all-too-familiar tingle in her core, and Shepard wonders if this is a mistake. If she should go.
She can't, though, she realizes moments later. She can't go to Chakwas about this. Mordin's her only choice, and he'll get the job done. She needs to be a good soldier and suck it up. Catching his line of conversation and clinging to it like it was a lifeline, Shepard attempts to distract herself from his perfect hands. Her voice is a little more hoarse than usual as she speaks.]
Are you implying humans aren't good at multitasking? I'll have you know I can do plenty of things at once. I just choose to focus on avoiding bullets when they're in the air. It's tactically sound. Sometimes I mix it up and even push buttons while we're being fired at.
[But not as efficiently as he's pushing her buttons without even trying. At least she's not sinking so low as to breath deeply and try to get his fingers on the one place they're clearly avoiding. He'd know. She will avoid insulting his intelligence.]
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Date: 2014-06-02 08:10 am (UTC)And now the other side, Mordin reaching over her to examine. The heat that radiates off of his body as he bends and brings his arm closer to the first breast he touched is nearly tangible. Shepard has to look away to keep from looking at him, worried about what might show in her face and eyes right now. There's an all-too-familiar tingle in her core, and Shepard wonders if this is a mistake. If she should go.
She can't, though, she realizes moments later. She can't go to Chakwas about this. Mordin's her only choice, and he'll get the job done. She needs to be a good soldier and suck it up. Catching his line of conversation and clinging to it like it was a lifeline, Shepard attempts to distract herself from his perfect hands. Her voice is a little more hoarse than usual as she speaks.]
Are you implying humans aren't good at multitasking? I'll have you know I can do plenty of things at once. I just choose to focus on avoiding bullets when they're in the air. It's tactically sound. Sometimes I mix it up and even push buttons while we're being fired at.
[But not as efficiently as he's pushing her buttons without even trying. At least she's not sinking so low as to breath deeply and try to get his fingers on the one place they're clearly avoiding. He'd know. She will avoid insulting his intelligence.]