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I had my blackglass off.

[She's gotten so used to the sight of Garrus in armor that Garrus out of armor is something worth noting. He looks smaller. She can't quite decide how she feels about that.]

Looks like you're in one piece.

Left a few pieces somewhere along the way, but I'm sure if I needed them they'd still be part of me.

[The teasing's light. He's not sure how she's doing. With Erin it's difficult at the best of times, but these are far from those.]

Talk to me, Erin.

I am talking to you.

[Speaking of difficult....]

Did you go to medical?

[There's an unspoken "how bad was it?" in there. She's still debating how many details she wants. If she wants any.]

No. Had nanites and then other people's help. [A beat.] A lot of other people's help.

[It's a little rough to admit, but if he's not open, there's no chance she will be.]

Did you?

No. Didn't need to.

[It could sound like bragging, but she mostly sounds tired. Some of the previous day's wounded pride and anger has drained out of her. Time sleeping on the roof of a rover instead of inside it will do that. Her cuff is visible, all the color drained from it.]

[Didn't need to. So the cuff isn't unrelated. It's significant. Instead of pain, she got moved to grey.]

I don't know if it's better or worse, that way.

Guess I get to carry everything with me now. Sleep in a tent. Even less privacy now than I had before.

[She's possibly the most upset about that, at the moment. Sharing space with people has been difficult enough for her when she could still pull a curtain or a privacy shutter. Now she doesn't even have that, and even though she's curled up on top of or under her former rover every time she's dozed off, she's been so tense and ready for something or someone to grab her now that she has no walls to protect her, that she's slept very little and very poorly.

Not that she sleeps very well anyway.]

We've had two huge things come into camp and try to kill everyone. Doing this? Doing it now? Seems kind of stupid.

[And the tenseness is clear. Garrus can't begin to understand why she'd been Greyed or why he'd been punished. She'd even been illustrating things for the team, which had been an easily forwarded-on sort of recon work.]

It seems extremely stupid.

[Dumb. Ass-backwards, as humans say.]

The only thing they can get out of this is more fear and more control. And I hope that backfires on them.

[He's not really feeling generous right now.]

Frightened people do stupid things that hurt them and non-frightened people alike.

[Something she's intimately aware of.

She shakes her head slowly. Her main reason for coming here is done.]

Rest up. With our luck, something will come crawling out of the ocean and try to eat us all soon.

[There's a beat. Things between them aren't 100% fixed, not on his end, but he does give a care. And she's now out in the cold.]

Do you have somewhere to keep some of your stuff? Shower access? We've got a few using ours but it's not always in use or something.

[Out in the cold will soon be very literal, though neither of them knows it yet.]

Pilot's keeping some of my stuff in his locker for me. The important things. I might take you up on showers.

[Tess wasn't wrong. Erin will have plenty of people looking out for her while she's on Gray.]

[He nods. At least some of her things are secure. Garrus has camped on missions before, but it was always with the knowledge going in that camping was involved. Having a room and being stripped of it without warning, without preparation... It's another thing he just doesn't get.]

You'll be welcome to it. And just...

[He shrugs, movement still a little stiff from pain.]

There's not gonna be much I can do to help, but I'll give you a hand where I can.

[Wow, Garrus, way to boost her confidence. Hopefully not everyone tells her there's not much they can do to help. A flicker of a smile crosses her face uncertainly. It's all she can manage.]

You're Green for a reason, Garrus. Thanks.

Really hope that's a good thing.

[There's not much boosting available when he tries to deal in mostly honesty. But he's on offer. It's what he can do. Her smile is small, his movements are stiff. They're both not running at full capacity here.]

Just let me know, Erin.

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