Jesse listens to her orders. The other... not so much. She casts a glance at Shepard to make sure she's not leaving the woman unguarded, and then turns her attention back to the other two.
The stranger's complaint is met with a taciturn response: "Then it's a good thing I got you out." She doesn't have time to mince words when someone is complaining about being rescued. Life or death doesn't care much for grace or comfort, and whatever lessons about compassion on the battlefield she might have learned... She's not really thinking about that right now.
Her attention shifts to Jesse, and it might seem for a moment that she's not sure what to say. It's an uncharacteristic hesitance, more to do with the name that she heard him say.
"Lieutenant Amari. Her daughter." She pauses again. It's been four years since she's seen this man, and the stories she heard since then haven't been great. What do you say to an outlaw that used to be like a brother to you?
I'm glad to be of assistance
The stranger's complaint is met with a taciturn response: "Then it's a good thing I got you out." She doesn't have time to mince words when someone is complaining about being rescued. Life or death doesn't care much for grace or comfort, and whatever lessons about compassion on the battlefield she might have learned... She's not really thinking about that right now.
Her attention shifts to Jesse, and it might seem for a moment that she's not sure what to say. It's an uncharacteristic hesitance, more to do with the name that she heard him say.
"Lieutenant Amari. Her daughter." She pauses again. It's been four years since she's seen this man, and the stories she heard since then haven't been great. What do you say to an outlaw that used to be like a brother to you?
"You remember me, Jesse?"