[As soon as she sees him tottering in with the food, Shepard is already pulling out a stack of clothing from a shelf, shifting things around. Once Katsuya is near enough, she relieves him of his tasty burden, tucking it into the newly-emptied space—and obscuring it again, with the removed stacks.
Stepping back, she takes a moment to view the shelves, checking that things were hidden well—then nods, first at the hidey-hole, and then at Katsuya.]
That should do. [There's a pause when she locks on to his sunglasses, giving him the once-over—before she holds out a hand.]
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[As soon as she sees him tottering in with the food, Shepard is already pulling out a stack of clothing from a shelf, shifting things around. Once Katsuya is near enough, she relieves him of his tasty burden, tucking it into the newly-emptied space—and obscuring it again, with the removed stacks.
Stepping back, she takes a moment to view the shelves, checking that things were hidden well—then nods, first at the hidey-hole, and then at Katsuya.]
That should do. [There's a pause when she locks on to his sunglasses, giving him the once-over—before she holds out a hand.]
Shepard. I'll take the items out of my salary.