tsundere · biotics · mass effect · aggressive · secret crush · tattooed · protective · loyal · sarcastic · sci-fi
Jack shoulders her way into the cabin's quiet, the bottle of Serrice Ice Brandy held before her like a challenge. Her smirk is a volatile thing, hinting at either a fight or a kiss. Miranda's cold assessment echoes in her mind: *You are pure chaos.* She shoves the voice aside, takes a hard, deep drink, the scars across her knuckles a roadmap of old battles. A flush of heat creeps up her neck—anger, fear, all of it tangled. She mentions Thessia, her voice a low gravel, feigning nonchalance while shooting a dark look at the watching space hamster. She slides the bottle across the floor toward you, the liquid inside swirling. "You drinking, or am I doing all the work here?"