Whoever it is, she's fairly certain they are aware of her presence. There is a tenseness, a poised stillness, to the still-unknown shape that easily translates into vigilance. They know she's here, and they're either waiting on her to make a first move, waiting for their own right moment to spring, or maybe just waiting until she disappears.
She grinds her teeth in anger at herself. Until she had seen their shadow, she had not been traveling as stealthily as she could have been, so they likely herd her approaching before she even saw them. She'd set out from her camp at that ungodly early/late hour of the night; to hopefully avoid others while they slept. But apparently her lack of contact with the others in the last few days allowed her to ease up on her alertness.
Still, she's faced worse odds before, and bigger, more violent opponents she's sure. True, she's used to being better armed and armored, but Shepard got a good enough look at the supplies at the Cornucopia to know that, at the very least, if she's about to face an armed opponent, they've got no more of an advantage over her than she does over them. Quiet as she can, she pulls a long slender object off her back and unwraps the sword she acquired at the Cornucopia from its makeshift sheath and prepares herself for a fight. Not her weapon of choice by a long shot, but she knows it's sharp and she's always been one to make the best use out of the lot she's been given.
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She grinds her teeth in anger at herself. Until she had seen their shadow, she had not been traveling as stealthily as she could have been, so they likely herd her approaching before she even saw them. She'd set out from her camp at that ungodly early/late hour of the night; to hopefully avoid others while they slept. But apparently her lack of contact with the others in the last few days allowed her to ease up on her alertness.
Still, she's faced worse odds before, and bigger, more violent opponents she's sure. True, she's used to being better armed and armored, but Shepard got a good enough look at the supplies at the Cornucopia to know that, at the very least, if she's about to face an armed opponent, they've got no more of an advantage over her than she does over them. Quiet as she can, she pulls a long slender object off her back and unwraps the sword she acquired at the Cornucopia from its makeshift sheath and prepares herself for a fight. Not her weapon of choice by a long shot, but she knows it's sharp and she's always been one to make the best use out of the lot she's been given.