IC Contact - Consignment

[forgivetheinsubordination]

vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
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[forgivetheinsubordination]

[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.]

[crouton]

[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.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[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.]