[ He's relaxed as he ever gets, like this. Swiping at the rover to let Garrus and he's in remarkably better state. Sleeves pushed up arms and long lines of more scars, hair pulled up the back of his head and tied off. Nods in greeting. ]
Welcome.
[ Turns to make his way back in, expecting to be followed back up. What he'd been doing before this discarded, the brittle cleaned moose bone left discarded on the small folded out table, the blade he'd been using beside it. ]
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Welcome.
[ Turns to make his way back in, expecting to be followed back up. What he'd been doing before this discarded, the brittle cleaned moose bone left discarded on the small folded out table, the blade he'd been using beside it. ]