[homura-chan! homura-chan! that is the cutest emote...]

Shepard's used to be interrupted by this point, a small smile curling up on her lips as she sees her target eliminated before she's even gotten the chance to fire. She gives up on the idea of solitude; after spending all those months locked away from people she knew, it makes her want to have some sort of company hanging around.

She turns to glance at the newcomer and notices the kid from earlier that she talked to. The one who didn't make any faces. Someone that young shouldn't be so flat already, but not everyone handles trauma the same as she does.

Clipping her rifle to her back, she puts her hands on her hips. "How good are you with that, kid?"