IC Contact - Consignment

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vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
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fair. I think I should resign myself to never having a clear inbox...

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[Garrus ducks his head, glancing off to the side. He can't tell the full story there as Noh had asked for discretion.]

There isn't. Doubt many at all know.

[A beat.]

Noh-Varr knows. Wound up running into him after I ran into Warriorhead, expressed why I was confused, he gave me an answer I didn't know he'd had.

[There's another pause before the next bit comes, as he looks back at d'Artagnan to watch the guy's face.]

He didn't have any faith in Armada's recovery. I had full faith until talking to Noh-Varr, and now I... Still think he could make it. He's Armada.

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[ D’Artagnan doesn’t say anything at first. He looks somewhere between uncomfortable and worried, and then he looks away from Garrus. ]

We shouldn’t be talking about this. I don’t want to talk about this.

[ Both because it is worrying, and because he doesn’t think it’s their business to discuss it like this, anyway. He regrets how much has been said already, and he’s not going to be a party to any more. ]

I should go, Garrus. I just wanted to see if you were all right.

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[Garrus blinks, not really sure why d'Artagnan looks the way he does and wants to go. He hadn't broken any confidences... but they're edging close. And frankly, Garrus is tired. He shrugs.]

Think we're all right on the shouldn't angle. Wasn't gonna go more into detail.

[And maybe that's what d'Artagnan's worried about? Unless there's something else Garrus doesn't know. It wouldn't be the first time.]

Go ahead, though. Thanks for coming by.

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[ It feels too much like idle gossip, talking about them like this. D'Artagnan doesn't know exactly what has passed between them, but he knows it's more serious than that. He mostly just wants to leave it alone. ]

Of course. I had to make sure you were safe.

Let me know if you need me, all right, Garrus?

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Yeah. I will.

[It could be something human. He's only really gotten top know humans over the last few years. There's always more to learn.

Stiffly Garrus gets up, stretching a little to ease some on the muscle aches, before opening the rover door.]

I'll see you again soon, I'm sure. Let's plan on a better reason next time.

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No, no - don't get up.

[ Oh, he already did. D'Artagnan winces, feeling bad for having prompted his friend to move. He holds up a hand, moving to the door to let himself out. ]

It's all right. Get some rest, Garrus. I'll make sure it's a better reason next time.

[ He'll head on out then, and turn his attention towards Medical. ]