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—    Her eyes drifted cautiously over at the company, no other greeting than a pleasant and friendly smile. “I wouldn’t call it poorly, not compared to what I’m used to,“ she answered, her eyes turning back to the scenery as if she glanced away any longer, something might change without her notice. ”Though, I’m afraid I’ve developed a horrible caffeine addiction over the years.“ Normally, or especially when the morning began with a briefing, someone was kind enough to start the coffee for her, perhaps even have her first cup waiting while she sifted through datapads. However, that morning hadn’t been so routine.    —    

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        "No,” he agreed in a surprisingly subdued tone, “Not compared to what you’re used to…"  Victus was not eager to linger on such thoughts, so he pivoted his torso, still resting heavily against the rail, to face her.  "I do know a hybrid cafe on level 36.  It’s a little pricey, but it’s decent.  We could…” he fumbled uncharacteristically for a word, ill-accustomed to conversations with Shepard beyond the battlefield or war room – “…chat.” He settles for at last, somewhat lamely.  Victus straightens.  “All off the record, naturally.”

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