You can’t touch him here. You know that. It’s like Roxas and Ansem, you’ve got to leave him alone. No matter what he deserves.
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
But are we any better? He worked for the Reapers, now he works for the CDC. We work for the CDC. Every planet we go to, that’s what they’ll say about us. We’ll be the murderers.
I know. That's why neither of us have shot the other yet. Though I did tell him where my bullet goes through his brain.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
And we're not doing this out of hatred. We're not approaching these species with a sense of superiority, or the attitude that this is how things should be. That's why we're better.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
You said it yourself. It's about love. We're driven by love for our worlds. He's driven by hate for mine and disdain for every other one we land on.
Just making sure. [She's not sure what his reaction would have been to her just reaching up out of nowhere and plucking her mask off her face. So, fair warning.] Just don't cough on me and we'll be fine.
[Definitely don't do that. That out of the way, after waving at him to go ahead and eat his own food, she reaches up and unclasps the mask, letting the air hiss out as the seal breaks and lifting it off. She immediately has to clench her eyes shut hard against the lights in the rover, nose wrinkled and automatic tears starting in her eyes, and it's a moment before she can open her eyes properly and focus on Garrus again without the darkening effect of the visor.]
Really? [You're talking about tech, Garrus. That's a good place for small talk with Tali. There's a moment, though, after the first word she speaks without the visor, where she starts a little at the unfiltered sound of her own voice - and she has no inclination at all to hide the slightly confused look that passes over her features. It's a second before she goes on.] How bad were they before?
[He's surprised to hear her actual voice. He shouldn't be, he'd seen the mask come off just now, but it's never struck him that it's normally so... filtered. But of course it is. Everything is with quarians.]
Uh.
[Right, a question.]
The one we had before, in my rover, was a jerk. Aggressive, tried picking fights. I named it Javik, after the prothean. Before Javik himself showed up. He took it pretty personally. His people aren't exactly fond of synthetic species either, so he kept trying to convince the others in my rover to break the haroomba. They didn't listen. Thankfully. And then when I shared a rover with Liara we called her haroomba Glyph.
[...which, right. Garrus shakes his head.]
She winds up with an assistant VI in your future and my past. A pretty dumb one that she names Glyph.
[So there's a few seconds when the two of them are just sitting there in confusion at the sound of Tali's own voice. This is par for the course.
As Garrus talks, she picks up the pack of food from the haroomba and, instead of just eating the ration bar like a normal person, she's picking tiny bits of it off with her fingers and eating those methodically. As he gets to Javik trying to convince people to destroy the harooma, she finds herself grinning, with the slightest flash of sharp teeth.]
They're just VIs. Actually, I think they're kind of cute. [Yeah, theirs just kind of cleans up and doesn't do much else. Which she's more than fine with.] Although Sebastian's - Sebastian Michaelis, he's one of the new recruits - his rover's haroomba was trying to take people's clothes off. Although I think that was just a programming mishap.
[He's getting to know the demon more and more, and at this point Garrus wouldn't be surprised by much of anything.]
Though I think he's more after souls than bodies.
[Funny. He'd never really realized quarians had sharp teeth too. Both species are dextro, digitigrade, with three digits, sharp teeth... If her people hadn't been mammals, he'd wonder if somehow turians and quarians somehow were related, billions upon billions of years back.]
And I like the haroombas some, personally. Useful. Funny when they glitch. And considering the amount of hair the human women in my rover leave everywhere, invaluable.
[Complaining about something he's not really bothered by is one of the safest conversations Garrus can have right about now.]
Hair? Nice. [Her face twists comically, lips pursing.] Well, it's three guys and me in this rover, so - not a problem.
[Tali doesn't really notice any difference in their interactions as she slowly eats the rest of the rations, but without the mask on, the way she communicates - or rather, how much she communicates, changes. From the way she chews lightly on her lip when she's listening, to the fact that even the mildest of reactions shows very clearly on her face, she's even more of an open book than before.]
[She furrows her brow a little as something belatedly occurs to her.] Wait, what do you mean about Sebastian? Souls?
[Gosh, Garrus, what could you possibly mean about that nice human?]
[It's fascinating to watch her face, and he's working very hard to not stare. For once Garrus doesn't rely just on her voice or the way she's shifting or moving her arms. He can see her expressions. ...And she's probably not that aware of them, he realizes. Why would she be? Most of her time is spent with the mask on.]
Which three guys?
[He hasn't paid a lot of attention to rover assignments that aren't his own, truth be told.]
And I mean souls. Tell me you're reading the files of people. That's what he eats. The good news is that it's people who willingly, stupidly enter into a contract with him, so it's their own choice.
Your crew? [ She looks at him now, a small light of curiosity finally cutting through her depression. ] What do you mean, crew? [ A beat. ] Were you a pirate?
[ She's not joking. The question is asked in total and complete innocence. ]
Sasuke Uchiha... [She has to stop and remember the other two, brow furrowed, absently chewing her lip; she's barely met them yet... and she certainly can't pronounce their names.] Kouha Ren and... Nobuchika...Ginoza. I knew Sasuke already, but not the other two.
[At the mention of the files, she twists her face, managing to pull off both guilty and uncomfortable at the same time.] I didn't read that many of them. I know I should, but... I don't know, it feels like spying on people.
[Eating souls, though. That's... well, once you know some things, you can't unknow them.]
[Garrus eyes her, wondering if he's being teased. After a moment, he decides he doesn't think Xion would have a good poker face and this looks pretty convincing.]
No. Not a pirate. We went after some pirates. I serve on a space ship.
[Which, he realizes a moment after the words are out of his mouth, might not make sense to her.]
Star travel. Not a flying wooden boat, it's metal.
[He shakes his head, mandibles twitching slightly in amusement.]
Ren's one of mine. Good kid, odd point of view. Born to rule and all that, so there's a disconnect there. Sasuke, hah. Not what I'd expected. And I've briefly met Ginoza, when we were dealing with the butterflies and he was trying to not get sick.
[He leans back, content to take another bite of the meat before continuing.]
And the files are a shortcut. A useful one. We're already somewhat in the dark here as far as the CDC goes. Doesn't hurt to get a look behind what people will show.
[Tali doesn't have much of an idea of when to hold to eye contact and when not to - behind the mask, she can be looking wherever the hell she wants during a conversation and it doesn't make much of a difference to anybody. So there are points - like now - when Garrus is talking and her gaze on him is maybe a little too intense. It's not intentional - she's just concentrating on what he's saying and isn't thinking about what her face is doing.
She'll learn. Maybe.]
I'll keep all that in mind. And... I'll start reading the files. I promise.
[She raises a hand a little in something of a salute - a very half-hearted one considering she's using both hands to eat.] To be honest, though, I'm more worried about driving than I am about who I'm sharing this space with. I mean... [And she grins then, eyes crinkling into bright crescents.] If I mess this up, I can never make fun of Shepard again.
They do. And I've got a Red watching him too. It's prudent, I figure. There's, what, a fourth of the crew who isn't human? Sooner or later he'll react to that fact.
[Garrus chuckles and nods, meeting her so-intent gaze.]
At ease, vas Norma-Neema.
[He coughs, shifting where he's sitting and suddenly not meeting her eyes. Sometimes his teasing doesn't go exactly as planned, but why not try to hastily make up for it? Because she totally could have missed that. For once, the flood of Garrus' words almost rivals Mordin's for speed.]
If you need coaching with the driving, I did it last world. Can make sure you've always better than Shepard. Not like that's a hard goal to meet, but we don't want her to be able to make fun of you about that. Since then I could make fun of you for it too.
[She might not have thought much of the slip up - maybe he forgot her ship name, it's an alien ship, it happens - but he goes on so hurriedly, so... totally unlike himself that she tilts her head, staring at him with frank curiosity.]
That would help... [She's speaking slowly, still very clearly confused.] We could probably go for a quick drive around here, nobody would mind - but wait... wait a minute.
[You're not getting out of it that easy, Vakarian, because that really sounded like...]
Vas... what? Normandy? [Despite herself, she huffs with laughter, assuming he just made a mistake.] Really.
[And then the dawning suspicion is so clear on her face it's like flicking a switch.] Wait, not... not really?
[Driving has been momentarily forgotten. Think of this as your comeuppance for getting around her questions about your poetry, Garrus.]
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