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[When the feed switches on, there's the chiding tone of an Initiative worker in the background that Raven has to shrug off. It's obvious from the stark white pillow and the meticulously cleaned walls behind her that she's in one of their holding facilities, and if the bandaging over her shoulder is any indication, it's their medical ward.

He voice rises as she speaks, until she's nearly shouting.]

You know, I was just waiting for something like this to happen. What, was one of you trying to lull me into a false sense of security before you tried to finish me off?

[She's angry now that she's pretty sure she's not going to die, and rightfully so. It isn't as if she's ever really felt like she belonged among regular people, and this just seems to be justification that people here didn't believe it either.

She can already hear Charles' voice: It was an isolated incident, Raven. Everyone was going to make excuses. She's quieter when she speaks next, at least at first, but she's still irritated.]

Well, joke's on you. I'm fine, but I know what you look like and you're not just going to get away with shooting me!

[Occurring after this and this.]

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No problem. He deserves it, I think.

[Nod.] Yeah, he's an old friend from home. We served on the same ship for a while a couple years back. Helping save the galaxy together is a great way to bond with someone, as it turns out.

Nothing brings people together like a sense of purpose.

[She manages a smile.]

I'm glad he's got people here he can trust.

[--well, people other than say, Jack.]

No kidding. And I guess we have purpose here, too, even if it's just complaining about the Initiative.

Yeah, so am I. It's nice to have friends from home around, that's for sure.

I wish there were a few more people closer to my age, but I guess I shouldn't complain about having my brother here.

Family is always good to have. [She has Shepard, so that counts for something.] How old are you?

--ah, I'm 21. But I guess I meant -- from home. Charles is still older than me, and Erik.

[Not that 'her' Erik is actually apparently here any more.]