For her mask for the evening, Shepard hadn't reached too far. She didn't have Kasumi and her skill for infiltration or Tali and her love of dramatics to help her. It was just a solo op, run by a soldier. So she'd gone for a custom piece resembling her N7 helmet instead of any particular monster. Let the masses make of it what they will. Even if it's only paper and paint rather than actual armor, it feel more like her natural skin than most of the clothing she finds in this place.
But the neck marks don't go unnoticed. Expression more or less hidden behind the 'helmet', Shepard slid through the crowd- walking, not dancing. Never dancing if she can help it- and tried to find the freshest marks around. Or, failing that, at least fall into a conversation with a more inebriated individual sporting the marks. She was going to find the host if it killed her. It was only polite.
But in the meantime, there's a world of other masked figures to try to gather information from. A conversation typically started with Shepard's signature 'hey' and a firm step into the individual's personal space.
Commander Shepard | Mass Effect | Scenario 3
But the neck marks don't go unnoticed. Expression more or less hidden behind the 'helmet', Shepard slid through the crowd- walking, not dancing. Never dancing if she can help it- and tried to find the freshest marks around. Or, failing that, at least fall into a conversation with a more inebriated individual sporting the marks. She was going to find the host if it killed her. It was only polite.
But in the meantime, there's a world of other masked figures to try to gather information from. A conversation typically started with Shepard's signature 'hey' and a firm step into the individual's personal space.