<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Nadine</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Research Specialist</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Tagging: David, Hannah, Garrus</span></div><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It was like an eruption of awareness; that silent breath of calm before the storm when all seemed like just a dream. When everything was pregnant with wary anticipation. She had made a move to recover the man slumped to the ground; perhaps he had been effected moreso than she. At the current time, she only experienced a resounding deafness. Comparable to being trapped in water, and only able to hear the decibels that matched the wavelength unaffected by the wretched ear-peircing. Coupled with a dull cranial pain, similar to being unable to pop ones eardrums after descending some high height at great speed.<br/><br/>Bending beside the man, she proffered her hand in assistance, fully expecting him to receive the help. It was then that she noticed Garrus emerging from the bridge of the ship; his hands pressed desperately to the sides of his head in attempts to do what they all had done: Reduce the resounding wave of sound. He mouthed something, but she couldn't quiet hear it, or make out exactly what he was saying. Muffled muse at best, she cocked brows and squinted.<br/><br/><em><strong>What? What was that?</strong></em><br/><br/>She asked, unable to quite make out what his mouth was trying to articulate. Orbs drifted to Hannah as if she could perhaps give her some clue as to what he was saying, but to no avail, she returned her attentions to Garrus. (Assuming that David accepted her hand) Though, she moved, helping David up with a heaving grunt before responding.<br/><br/><em><strong>I can't hear you clearly, say that again.</strong></em><br/><br/>