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[On the subtlty point alone, John is already thankful that Shepard had advised him to turn to Garrus. Most others had taken some hand-holding in that department, but the turian is quick enough that he doesn't need to lay his neck on the chopping just to get his point across.]

I was thinking sharp for a while, but history has me leaning sticky.

[He flicks his eyes upward again and lets his hand fall from his mouth.]

I ain't got anything solid on it for obvious reasons, but our benevolent Pumpkin King seems to share my thoughts on the matter.

[Waving a knife around is about as subtle as Garrus has ever been in his life. Garrus nods, slipping the knife back in its place. Honey then. Though thoughts on that get derailed by him trying to figure out what on Palaven a Pumpkin King is.

A few seconds stretch by before Garrus shakes his head.]

You lost me at pumpkin king. Not that it's necessarily crucial.

[Ghost, if he had to guess. Pumpkins were food, Blue distributed supplies, and king indicated rank.]

What do you need of me? Or rather, what angles don't you have covered yet that you need someone to poke their fringe in?

I don't know. With everything that's goin' on right now, nobody can find anybody and nobody can get the right kind of answers to support the right kind of solution. Or what sort of solution we can even hope for.

[Now, his arms drop a little lower. They've gotten the hard part of the discussion out of the way. Fact of the matter was that John had nothing concrete to go on, and with nothing concrete to go on, there was nothing they could do.]

Knowin' what was in that crate would help -- maybe some kind of manifest. Or where it came from, that would help too.

[The suspicion is already present in Warriorhead. All he has to do is march up with actual proof, and they could find her and shut her down.]

Most you can really do is keep an ear to the ground.

Mm. Makes sense. Especially if there's more than seemed to be.

[Everyone would look for the thing with claws. What if there had been a package in there too? The creatures could be a smokescreen, a distraction.]

You think the manifest would be legitimately filled out. Then again. Best to fill out right, just in case it gets checked. And it's gotta be filed somewhere. You wanna ask after that, or do you want me asking?

[His gaze goes back to Crichton.]

Because chances are you've already been asking a few questions. Spreading it out can't hurt.

[This bought of silence is longer. The more people he involves in this, the more dangerous it gets for everyone.

But Garrus is right. He's asking too many questions. Still, Garrus' talents we're better focused elsewhere. At the end of the thought, he shakes his head lightly.]

No. Spreading the blame just means less people to take care of the issue when it shows up.

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[Garrus bends his head in acknowledgement.]

All right. Let me know what you find, and I'll do the same. Dig, take a look around.

[There's a beat as he stretches and considers what else he can say safely. Does Crichton know about Honey's speed?]

Catch the races at the pitstop? And not just the vehicles, the footraces. Pretty impressive.

[If they're really up against her, there's nothing they can do to catch up if she takes off running.]

[There's a weighted pause as John considers what Garrus has said. Its not often he meets someone who is familiar enough with being careful enough to speak around the actual subject in hand without necessarily changing the subject.]

I didn't. Sure did see that giant ball runnin' folks over though. Would've preferred the races.

[He scratches at his neck and sighs.]

Anyway, I don't want to take up too much of your time. But keep in touch, if you find it.

[Garrus is not sure if he just smoothly managed to be sneaky, or if he was just confusing. It's the problem that comes from being awful at subtle. All he can do right now is nod, though. Trying to draw too much attention to it would do just that - draw too much attention - and Garrus already knows that anything said can at least be overheard by Dagger, just as anything on the network can at least be seen by Ghost.]

I'll keep an eye out, and stay in touch. Good luck, Crichton. Call me if you need anything. Even if it's just something to add to the task load so you're not bored out of your mind. Green can definitely use more people.

[And that's a boring enough closer that maybe someone skimming over audio files will just move on.]

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