For one of us, she telepathically quipped back, not specifying which one of them. It was meant to be humorous, but the cold, emptiness of her thoughts obscured that.

Widowmaker glanced at the door the empath had gone through, wondering how long they were going to keep them waiting. She turned over the section of the map through that doorway in her head, just to occupy herself.

Oh, I have an extraction route already planned if needed, she thought to Garrus. It was probably appreciated information.