[She hums in thought, looking around the rover as if something might jump out at her - and then glances sharply at Garrus. Well, it's something to know that she was right, at least. Maybe a couple of years ago her reaction would have been different - more of a, 'well, he's an adult (sort of), he can handle himself'. But back then, would she even have noticed? Would he taken time out from his own pain to come and help her?
That was two years ago, though, and now here they are, and the very sound of his voice and the way he holds himself is making something close to anxiety coil in her ribs.]
You've got a soldering gun? That might actually work. [It's not a great idea, but the outer layer's tough enough to take it, and it's better than a patch. The only issue is making sure it doesn't get through and sear the inner layer - or her.
But that's only a distraction for a moment or two, and she pauses, sobering - before leaning forward slightly, close enough that he might - just might - be able to see the outline of her face.] But you're not all right now. What happened?
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That was two years ago, though, and now here they are, and the very sound of his voice and the way he holds himself is making something close to anxiety coil in her ribs.]
You've got a soldering gun? That might actually work. [It's not a great idea, but the outer layer's tough enough to take it, and it's better than a patch. The only issue is making sure it doesn't get through and sear the inner layer - or her.
But that's only a distraction for a moment or two, and she pauses, sobering - before leaning forward slightly, close enough that he might - just might - be able to see the outline of her face.] But you're not all right now. What happened?