Aetin looked visibly strained, but went along with the other, trusting that Cy knew about her own limits - in either case more than Aetin or any other outsider.
"Trust me, if you die it's because of the stench in the air...
I wash my hands, but this place here...
It's a fucking mould farm..."
"Trust me, if you die it's because of the stench in the air...
I wash my hands, but this place here...
It's a fucking mould farm..."
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"You know, that could kill a Quarian," Cy laughed. "Good thing I've been working on boosting my immunity." With her helmet tucked under her arm, Cy offered Aetin a charming smile. "Thanks for assisting me with this dangerous endeavour. Most would be too afraid of killing me to help."
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