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“I’m sorry for your loss. Dr. Kenson was indoctrinated. I lost her with the Project.”
Hackett looked up at the now-familiar voice, her tones changing even now. "Thank you, Shepard." His tone was rough, the elocution of a man undeniably grieved. His eyes shuttered as he spoke.
She stood braced to attention at the video-comm. "I can send over-"
"No need, Commander. I'll meet you on the Normandy. " He cut in before she could finish. "We'll talk further, then."
"Yes, sir." Thoughts raced through her head. That was unexpected.
"Dismissed, Commander," he finished.
She saluted, a salute he returned sharply.