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[sheps]

Who: Anne Boleyn ensorceler and Commander Shepard sheps
What: Waking up in a romantic space room! It's out of this world!
When: Valentine's Day.
Where: Room 504. In the bed.
Rating: G for guns involved. Oh shoot!

Sleep was hard. Sleep had always been hard. Back home, there was always that fear that voices would be calling out to her-- everyone she's lost.

She was surprised there was little of that here. Sure, there was a form she vaguely remembered, a vision in blue, but surely that was a fleeting thought from her subconscious allowing random images to fill her mind, right?

Shepard felt herself shifting in her sleep. The sleep here was deceptively pleasant. There was warmth, a fleeting memory from days long past. It was such a pity it had been ages since she'd had company with her.

Such was the life of a military hero. She would suck in a breath, something willing her to wake up. Fine. A sigh would be heard, moving slowly from her lips, and eyes would slowly open...

to look down the barrel of a gun.

Well, at least that wasn't new.

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[ensorceler]

As Shepard props up, Anne shifts backward, trying to back up on her knees without getting further tangled in the sheets, but it places her off balance, which only makes her panic slightly more. But all the woman does is talk, as requested, and Anne has a chance to also look properly around the room, just for a second.

Slowly, she begins to lower it, though does not push the safety back on. She instead stares down at it, the slow realization that it had been here seeming to occur to her. And this is not Shepard's gun, this is most certainly the one Kalinda had left for her.

"These are...not your chambers." She says it rather than asks, answering herself in one sentence.