As I took that first step toward town, Liara grabbed my arm and twirled me around so that we were face to face, with our noses nearly touching.
"Hold on, Wisdom!" Icy gray eyes stared at me with a mixture of confusion and suspicion. "What bad thing is about to happen to base camp and how do you know about it?"
I thought it was rich that the she-elf was suspicious of me when she was the half-blood spawn of a racist cultist who'd participated in at least one instance of mass murder.
"Well…"
I wondered if I could trust Liara with my secret while knowing that she might still choose to join the dark side rather than become my companion, thereby making her my future archnemesis. In the end, I decided that this sort of trust wasn't earned in a week, and the she-elf would have to prove herself many times over before I could even begin to contemplate telling her about Extra Life.
