Getting high is a poor substitute for getting laid. But if that's all I can get...

[Garrus closes the door behind the pilot before making his way back over to his bed and taking a seat on the edge of it. As long as he can joke, he's alive. Or something like that.]

What form is it in?

[He's hoping it's pills, something easy, but with the way supplies have been he's not sure what all Medical has left.]

And thanks. Glad to see Anders didn't set you on fire.