[She does her part, faking a gasp.] Cookies? Terrible.
[She leans on the counter beside him and gives him a commiserating pat on the shoulder.] No wonder you've been cooped up in here. I would be bedridden.
[Either this person had absolutely no clue or they had guts. Maybe a mix of both. Regardless, Ana suspects she'd probably like them. But the most pertinent question, to fill out the mental image of a stranger offering both Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes cookies during plain recon work:] Were they good?
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[She leans on the counter beside him and gives him a commiserating pat on the shoulder.] No wonder you've been cooped up in here. I would be bedridden.
[Either this person had absolutely no clue or they had guts. Maybe a mix of both. Regardless, Ana suspects she'd probably like them. But the most pertinent question, to fill out the mental image of a stranger offering both Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes cookies during plain recon work:] Were they good?