[Garrus' mandibles clamp tightly against the sides of his face, hiding the rows of razor sharp teeth, yet managing to make him seem far more ferocious than his nature allowed. Her name is wrong. Her appearance is wrong. But there's so much about her-- the way she carries herself, that temper, her voice (credentials meant nothing to him, he'd seen them faked so many times before)--]
[--he can't deny that she's Shepard. He just can't. Over their years together, intimate and otherwise, he'd grown to know her so well that he couldn't deny that possibility. Not with the evidence mounting around him and the panic that rolled off these other arrivals in droves. All he can do, and it's really to make himself feel better in a fit of petty childishness, is respond to her in a cold voice]
no subject
[--he can't deny that she's Shepard. He just can't. Over their years together, intimate and otherwise, he'd grown to know her so well that he couldn't deny that possibility. Not with the evidence mounting around him and the panic that rolled off these other arrivals in droves. All he can do, and it's really to make himself feel better in a fit of petty childishness, is respond to her in a cold voice]
You are not my commander.