[There's a delay before he answers, because text makes this so much easier. While the main tones of his voice sound casual enough, the subharmonics are draggy and heavy.]

CALLING: Vakarian, Garrus

You guys have a saying. When it rains it pours. Ours is similar. Or has a similar meaning. It's never just one.

[He pauses too, knowing that he's on the verge of rambling.]

I know you'd try. Thing is, it's not like her. This. She's not the most sociable person, but she wouldn't be out of touch in a crisis. But I've been through a lot of hallways on this ship and haven't found anything, either. Maybe she's... Hell. I don't know. Maybe Gliese has her working on something. Maybe she pulled a Shepard and Ghost didn't announce that she was restricted to somewhere. Point is I have no leads and no time to try to get any.

[Add to that the fact that he's already sorely missing Shepard and how much time he'd had with Noh on Selena...]

Sure you've got your hands full too, though.