Shelley looks all over the setting of the memory. Military base after military base had been shown, the guards of all these places falling to Kerrigan's blade. She had to retrieve intel, maybe? Military secrets? Weaponry? All that's certain was that infiltration was the word of the day, but stealth probably wasn't Kerrigan's priority. Corpses are hard not to notice.
"...having to kill to get into places? If you don't mind me asking. It's not often I meet someone who had to do this often"
Not mentioning she already does know someone who used to do this, sort of. Goddamn awful at her job, too. At least Kerrigan seems far more competent, if perhaps more uncomfortable with, well, people finding out what she used to do.
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Shelley looks all over the setting of the memory. Military base after military base had been shown, the guards of all these places falling to Kerrigan's blade. She had to retrieve intel, maybe? Military secrets? Weaponry? All that's certain was that infiltration was the word of the day, but stealth probably wasn't Kerrigan's priority. Corpses are hard not to notice.
"...having to kill to get into places? If you don't mind me asking. It's not often I meet someone who had to do this often"
Not mentioning she already does know someone who used to do this, sort of. Goddamn awful at her job, too. At least Kerrigan seems far more competent, if perhaps more uncomfortable with, well, people finding out what she used to do.