[He watches, more trying to memorize the steps Garrus is taking, rather than understand the logic behind it. Load is a difficult concept for him to transpose into this situation.]
If I do that, does it put them all on the same message? They all need to be separate. [It'd be a disaster if he sent more than one to the same person.] It's fine if it takes longer. It's-- important that I get it right the first time.
Gotta say, after the thing with Level 1, it's a relief.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Glad to have you on my team. Probably gonna put a formal message up to the whole group in a day or two here, but we're going for a pit stop and I wanna give people a chance to breathe first.
[ Steve's not usually one to frequent bars these days, but in the early evening he sets out to Hanaguchi Avenue, wandering around a bit aimlessly in civilian clothes while listening to the local chatter. Hasn't yet settled on any particular place to check out yet when he spots a familiar figure coming down the other side of the street.
He cants his head, giving a short wave with one hand to catch the turian's attention. ] Garrus. [ Eyebrows raise. ] Got time for that drink?
[Garrus gives the human a nod, using the guy's first name for a change. They're on shore leave, and beyond that Garrus remembers what they'd spoken about last. It's time for a chat. His mandibles flare open in his version of a grin, showing off a whole lot of rather sharp teeth.]
I'd like that. Seems to be a decent place back there, if I'm gonna judge by the amount of people at it.
[He jerks a hand back behind him, to a decently-sized restaurant with just a couple of open tables. It means they might have to wait a few minutes to get in, but it also means they don't really have to worry so much about being overhead if chatting edges into more serious topics. The natural noise of the location will help them out.]
Sun's not just bark, there's bite there too because she's competent and a solider and doesn't have the best people skills ever. But she also knows how to not break someone.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
I'm pretty sure. If things get to a point you need help, let me know. I'll talk with her.
[ The teeth don't put him off, and glancing at the restaurant he nods. ] Works for me. [ Loud and crowded. His hands go in his pockets as he starts walking in that direction, giving a wry smile back. ] By the way - congratulations on the promotion.
[ Falls in line with what they spoke about last time, and he's genuinely glad to see the units in capable hands. ]
[He's not sure why he got promoted again and Rogers didn't, honestly. He's seen the guy to plenty, work hard... but Garrus isn't privy to what Armada is thinking.]
Sorry you're not there too. Also sorry you're not on my squad. But the division makes sense.
[They reach the restaurant. The hostess finds them a table for two fairly quickly, with a convenient view of the street, and Garrus orders a dextro beer to start.]
Thanks. And yeah, out of the three units the front line is more for me. [ Just maybe not with what they'll be doing again. He takes the opposite seat and orders whatever's on space tap. Can't benefit from even a buzz and he'd been giving away most of his alcohol on Ajna, but now that drinks aren't scarce he'd rather have something in front of him if he's socializing. ]
I'm alright. Got assigned to the black box, so I've got that to look forward to whenever we're done here. [ He read the files. That's going to be fun. ]
I don't know. I asked Armada if I had to get harder, faster, and he said yes, but it wouldn't be enough. That I have to stop relying so much on luck and I have to train.
FROM: talbot.hanna@cdc.org
So I guess it means I'm running a gauntlet or really intensive training.
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