Well, I'm not going to underestimate your weird...stripping-related psychic powers anymore.
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
It wasn't even 72 hours.
[She's caught somewhere in the middle of laughing about it and wanting to smack him because she wouldn't have thought anything of this if Garrus hadn't opened his big mouth. (She thinks. Probably.)]
...Ich habe Wein? Ich habe nicht eine Kuh oder ein Kind.
Gun shooting is definitely something I know. And I enjoy teaching.
[It's a little tricky, knowing that she'll betray Jean, but at least Jean has had more lessons. Garrus will have faith in Kirstein.]
As far as the cuffs go... Not a clue. I mean, they're interfaced with us somehow. Supporting us. Is it some sort of controlled nanites? Some switch that's wirelessly triggered? Not really sure.
[But Sheva's fear about nanites being used against them, Noh-Varr's innate ones, both suggest there's even more to nanite technology than is already apparent with the medically injected sorts.]
Dagger's better than Gliese or Neheda or Honey when it comes to answers, but Warriorhead and Armada are more reliable as far as giving an answer that's actually useful. No real clue on Ghost. Spoke with him... twice, I think. Never with Hornet, Flux, or Gale. But you're probably right on the other. We won't matter to them for a while yet.
[Not until they've been around for a hundred years at least. Not until the instructors decide they may just be sticking around. And maybe not even then. It's entirely possible none of them will matter ever. The Normandy's crew had added more to their roster and welcomed them in, but Neheda has nothing on Shepard.]
And I'm not sure we're expected to pull together as opposed to pulling apart.
I'm a quarian, remember? I don't have any experience taking people out of their clothes. [She doesn't sound mad - just very wry as she takes another drink.
And no, there are no winners in this game. None.]
And I don't need advice from you, either. No matter how much experience you have.
later than expected, because he stopped at Tali's first
[The buzz of his blackglass wakes him up, and Garrus stares blearily at it for several moments before not just figuring out what the notif means, but what the words mean as well. Stiffly, slowly, he gets out of bed and heads to the door, figuring that by the time he's there and has it open, Joker will probably be there.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Copy that. Besides. I get any more beautiful I'm gonna start having problems finding time to sleep.
garrus, i don't think that word means what you think it means
[When he gets there, he bangs on the door, just in case Garrus isn't actually up yet. With what he's gone through, he wouldn't blame him for just passing out at every opportunity.]
[Looks like his timing had been just about right. Garrus opens the door a split-second after the knock.]
You trying to tell me the scars aren't doing anything for you?
[Most of his weight is on the doorframe, and his voice is hoarse. Joker's seen him in poor shape before, though, so he's not too worried about his pride.]
[Garrus looks approximately like ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag when he answers, and Joker makes absolutely zero indication that he notices. No one wants to get called out on looking like shit.]
What, was this just one big booty call, Vakarian? Because I'm gonna have to let you down easy. I'm sorry, but I don't think of you that way-- let's just be friends.
[He steps inside, medicine box tucked up under his arm like a football, and pats Garrus consolingly on the shoulder.]
Getting high is a poor substitute for getting laid. But if that's all I can get...
[Garrus closes the door behind the pilot before making his way back over to his bed and taking a seat on the edge of it. As long as he can joke, he's alive. Or something like that.]
What form is it in?
[He's hoping it's pills, something easy, but with the way supplies have been he's not sure what all Medical has left.]
And thanks. Glad to see Anders didn't set you on fire.
If you think you could get laid right now, you're overestimating yourself a little, big guy.
[Even if he could find somebody who'd get naked with a half-dead guy, Joker seriously doubts that he'd actually be able to do anything about it. Garrus is having enough trouble just staying upright, nevertheless anything more strenuous.]
[He sets the box down and starts sorting through its contents.]
Speaking of Doc Sparkle, man he's touchy. Asked for a little clarification about the chirality of some of this shit and he nearly bit my head off. So half the stuff he gave me is herbal, beats the hell out of me how good it is.
[There it is-- the small pill bottle with those few doses of painkiller that Anders could spare. He waves it in Garrus' direction and the pills rattle inside.]
I'd say the stronger bet's on these, anyway. [But, before he hands them over...] You gotten a shot of nanites yet?
[It's not like his lover had been feeling overly energetic either. A little relieved that it's not some sort of plant he has to eat and then wait on, Garrus holds out his hand only to roll his eyes at the question.]
Like I was stupid enough to not have them on hand.
[He'd been stupid enough to not prepare for quite as much as he needed - without Ino and Jean he doesn't know what shape he would be in, but at least he'd had nanites there and ready. And been given them.]
Is this going to be some sort of interrogation, or are you going to actually give me those?
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