Commercials
"My name is Commander Shepard, and this is my favourite store in the Citadel."
The Drell at her side looked up in amazement. In the short time Thane had known her he had never heard the Commander speak in such soft, sweet tones. The words flowed over her tongue like sweet honey and poured over her lips like syrup. The contrast to her hard features, the cold eyes and the reddish-glowing scars on her cheeks couldn't have been more intense.
Tali was perfectly aware that Shepard did not record the commercial because of the discount. They had made enough money to buy the whole inventory of the shop. And Tali had lost count of the times Shepard had spoken said lines.
But she had heard that tone in Shepard's voice before. For one moment, Tail was reminded of the old Shepard. But that woman was gone. And with her her gaiety, her joy in life, her humanness. The last spark of her had died two days ago. On Horizon.
"This," Shepard said turning for the door while bestowing Tali with a wolfish grin, "is revenge."
And for once, Tali was glad for her facial mask and the anonymity it provided.