[Shepard actually has no idea just where the fuck you're going, York. Oh, underwear. Shepard didn't comment and followed after him to the dressing room. She fully intended to wash his clothes before she gave them back, so she was unconcerned. That she was just going to toss the underwear currently constricting her exterior genitalia? Not worth mentioning.
Really, it was sheer chance that she'd even worn underwear today. Again, not worth mentioning.
York disappeared into a stall and Shepard tossed the shirt over the door. With him in a room, she didn't feel the need to climb into the next stall. What were the drones going to do? Report her for public indecency on a ghost station?]
Oh god, yes.
Really, it was sheer chance that she'd even worn underwear today. Again, not worth mentioning.
York disappeared into a stall and Shepard tossed the shirt over the door. With him in a room, she didn't feel the need to climb into the next stall. What were the drones going to do? Report her for public indecency on a ghost station?]