Shepard: Hey, where are you heading off to? It’s late.
Ashley: I was just looking for you. You’re a hard man to find.
Shepard: What went wrong this time?
Ashley: Why do you always assume the worst?
Shepard: Sorry. Bad habit.
Ashley: I get it. These days I’m always expecting some explosion to go off or a troop of commandos to run around the corner at me. I just need to slow down and breathe for a damn second, you know?
Shepard: I wouldn’t know. You’ve come to the wrong man, I’m afraid.
Ashley: I don’t think so. Anyway, enough of the serious stuff. Walk with me a sec.
Shepard: Where to?
Ashley: Outside. We’re in London, and it’s late December….
Shepard: So…?
Ashley: So… There’s a good chance of snow. I love snow!
Shepard: There’s also a good chance we’ll find the shell of a dead reaper.
Ashley: That too. Grab a jacket and c’mon.
Shepard: Where are we going, Ash?
Ashley: Just strolling until I find somewhere quiet, with a good view.
Shepard: Never really pictured you as the type to go looking for quiet.
Ashley: Hey, I like the quiet. I just like noise too.
Shepard: I definitely know that.
Ashley: The Normandy is buzzing. I just needed to get away for a while.
Shepard: It has been hectic lately.
Ashley: It’s always hectic, skipper.
Shepard: True enough.
Ashley: Wow. It’s really starting to come down. Did I mention I love snow?
Shepard: Excited now that you’ve got your snow?
Ashley: Like a kid on Christmas morning.
*Shepard bends down and scoops up a handful of snow.*
Ashley: If any of that snow ends up hitting me, or goes down my back, or otherwise assaulting me in any way, I swear-
Shepard: You actually think I would throw this at you?
Ashley: Expect the unexpected.
Shepard: Relax. I’m not gonna throw it at you.
Ashley: If that’s the case, why don’t you drop it?
Shepard: I’m not going to drop it either…
Ashley: Hold up. Seize fire, I need to build myself a fort.
Shepard: Do you always take your battle strategies so seriously?
Ashley: Duh. Just so, years from now I can look back on this and remember how badly I whooped your ass that night in a snowball fight.
Shepard: We’ll see, Williams.
Well, at least I'm not alone on that thought Data. And damn. Now I’m getting all Christmassy after Christmas. What's wrong with me?!
Modifié par MegaBadExample, 29 décembre 2011 - 09:58 .