[Shepard starts to rub his eyes in both frustration and exasperation. His omni-tool, the one real tool he's had with him since arriving, glows into existence as Shepard starts to type a few things on it.]
Hold out your hands.
[He's got a limited supply of medi-gel, but he really has no time for this shit.]
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Hold out your hands.
[He's got a limited supply of medi-gel, but he really has no time for this shit.]