InsanityInArt

 Shepard stared in shock at EDI for a long moment.  Apparently, it was too long.  "Shepard?" the monotone voice said.  She shook her head, clearing her throat. "Yes. Sure, of course, I'll go see Grunt," she said, standing up from her chair.  She pushed her hair back up into its standard bun twist and stuffed her feet into her boots.  Why Grunt was screaming for her when there wasn't anything to kill- that had been the first thing she'd asked EDI- was beyond her.  Instead it was something about Gardner and the feeling of weakness spreading from his stomach to his limbs.  Or something likes that.  Grunt could be oddly poetic at certain times.