[She doesn't want to stop. She wants to keep going, ask him if that's what this is all about - whether she's willing to fight the CDC or not. Make him ask her outright and tell him the cold truth: not while they have a hold over Rannoch.
She wants to stop feeling like she's having to choose between her friends and her people, like she's failed some kind of test.
But she stops. Takes a breath. Plucks the cup out of his hand and, for a moment, stares blankly down at the gasoline-coloured liquid. Then she takes a drink. There's a clear moment when the look on her face settles from a desolate, helpless anger to something calmer.]
You're letting me choose a topic? Hmm. [This is Tali trying her damndest to recover this to something normal. She moves to sit down, gingerly.] I should wait for you to be more drunk before I start asking about you and Noh-Varr, huh.
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She wants to stop feeling like she's having to choose between her friends and her people, like she's failed some kind of test.
But she stops. Takes a breath. Plucks the cup out of his hand and, for a moment, stares blankly down at the gasoline-coloured liquid. Then she takes a drink. There's a clear moment when the look on her face settles from a desolate, helpless anger to something calmer.]
You're letting me choose a topic? Hmm. [This is Tali trying her damndest to recover this to something normal. She moves to sit down, gingerly.] I should wait for you to be more drunk before I start asking about you and Noh-Varr, huh.