"My deep, dark fantasy is my bosses listening to me for once," Shepard contributes dryly, her voice a bit muffled by the fact she's more or less talking into her rifle as she draws a bead. Even an anti-materiel shot won't do much here, she suspects, and she flips a setting to maximize knockback instead of penetration, squeezing off a shot aimed directly between Eclipso's eyes. Mass effect weapons make less noise than most, but they kick like a mule and hit like a truck, especially the ones that are supposed to be vehicle-mounted.

"Rider, seriously, when was the last time anyone washed the damn thing?" Don't think a battle against cosmic evil is going to slow her down, Rich. "Can you even taste the actual coffee anymore?"