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[Samus furrows a brow at Garrus. More survived than he wanted?? What? This was the first she'd ever heard of that attitude of Dagger's towards the recruits... Did his viewpoint reflect that of the CDC? Conflict?]

Failing to see how that's not a good thing.

[She can't even think very clearly on it.

Samus attempts to force herself up to her feet, head swimming as she plants them firmly on the ground. She pushes herself up, but stumbles, and has to cling to the wall to keep from falling down. Her eyes close shut.]

Don't want to stick around... don't want other people seeing me...

Failed to too.

[Maybe it does mean that they kept some people around that natural selection would have removed. Or unnatural, in the case of the CDC. Garrus doesn't care. They deserve a chance to survive too.]

And you're having trouble standing up, Samus. I'll pull the curtain around? Sit on a stool, or maybe Yamanaka's bed, until we're both more steady?

[Well, either she could stumble through camp and make a fool of herself in that way, or she could stick around and risk looking like a fool here...

She sighs, rubbing her forehead as bright colors swim in her mind, the drugs working their magic in her brain.]

Don't have much of a choice.... I didn't think this through.

Rest. Soon enough you'll have your balance back.

[Garrus clumsily gets to his feet, giving up the bed as much as he'd like to lay down. She's human enough that it'd probably bother her to share.]

And it's downtime. Means it's fine to do this. To unwind. There's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself when there's no threat going on.

So I've been told...

[She's tried to loosen up in the past. Even this was an attempt, to wind down from a highly stressful mission. It never feels quite right, though.

Samus watches him get to his feet. She doesn't want to inconvenience him, but she can't be on her feet right now, because she can feel her body lurching towards the floor. In fact, with two staggering steps, her body completely collapses, unable to keep her head up any longer as she momentarily faints. She ends up face down on the bed.

Her breathing is more deep and rapid, voice slightly muffled as she mumbles into the mattress.]

Don't let me unwind again.

No guarantees, Aran. Too much of a believer in relieving stress before it gets to be too much.

[He contemplates the bench before giving up and instead sitting down on the bed opposite his, stretching out. There's no way he's going to be sitting up.]

But next time we'll pass on the drugs. Just stick to the booze. Not really liking how this is making me feel.

Booze didn't help.

[She gets the feeling the booze probably helped create the stronger reaction, actually. No wonder he warned her against this stuff.

Oh well, it at least helped take her mind off of her other problems, even if it did so by giving her a new one.

She continues to mumble into the mattress.]

If this is unwinding I don't want to do it anymore. Find another drinking partner.

It's one way. I'll show you other ways later.

[His words are a bit mumbled as well.]

Better ways. This was just the fastest. Easiest. Not the best.

Let's play cards next time...

[Why didn't she think of cards before. Ironically thinking far more clearly drugged than sober.]

Mm. Cards. I even have some.

[He doesn't know if cards would have been enough, with the stress she'd clearly been under, but it's a good idea for the future.]

Next time. Rest now. Cards next time.

Right. Next time.

[Because there's totally going to be a next time.

Samus flails her arm out a bit before she manages to yank the curtain most of the way around the bed.

She mumbles as loud as her incredibly sluggish voice will allow her to.]

Wake me up if you wake up first.

Mm. Yeah, since the other way's impossible.

[There will be a next time, if Garrus has any say in it. He likes Samus and doesn't want her to feel isolated. Especially considering the team she's on. But that thought drifts away as he falls asleep and with a distant hope that Isha doesn't wind up coming to the rover early.]

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