[ so, hawke is a little worse for the wear by the time she comes across the terminal. she has her sword on her back, her mask on her hip, and is covered in various degrees of blood and dirt. her jeans are torn, there's a large gash across her stomach, and she's maybe a little... put out, to say the least.
she stares at the terminal for a moment before running a hand through her hair and sighing. ]
Oh, right. Of course. More computers. That's -- well, that's wonderful, yes.
[ she also may be feeling a little paranoid, yeah. ]
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she stares at the terminal for a moment before running a hand through her hair and sighing. ]
Oh, right. Of course. More computers. That's -- well, that's wonderful, yes.
[ she also may be feeling a little paranoid, yeah. ]