In dim light, red and green faded to grey, and all became indistinguishable. In darkness the twin points of her eyes would stand out like reflective cat's eyes— but in full light? Well, she hadn't yet had time for much in the way of camouflage, and her hair was anything but stealthy.

Funny, how the jagged planes and reduced silhouette of a Turian blended so well into the underbrush. She'd heard movement, nothing was completely silent in among the mast, and Shepard held herself motionless, hand on her knife.

"Show yourself now," There's only one way to win a bad hand of Skyllian Five; bluff like hell, "...And I might let you go."