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[ She'd been expecting more questions, truthfully. Perhaps this one would understand better than the others. But she also knows that he's gone to the statue, though she doesn't know what he's found yet.

Should luck decide to bless her with anything, he shouldn't have found much. ]

For now - shoot anyone who comes near this rover, unless they are an officer. Anyone. Give a single warning, and if they proceed, open fire. [ Then she stands up, unlocks the locker under her bunk, and reveals a frozen head inside it. Horns is still glowing. ] Until this has been evacuated, you will guard it.

And be ready for tomorrow.

[Guard a head. And Dagger. He won't shoot a member of his crew for hers. That's one line he's not crossing. But he's also sure that if he tells them now's not the time, they'll listen.

Of course, now could be the time. Dagger's vulnerable, the head's valuable... but that's not his way.]

Orders sound easy enough. And that's an interesting glow there.

[He may have seen a glow just recently.]

What's causing it?

[And then it hits him, and maybe he should have had this guess before when he'd failed to find a power source for the statue. What if the statue... hadn't always been a statue? What if the sentient people of this world didn't make it; it had been one of the sentient inhabitants?

It's a long shot. And he's glad that most of his face doesn't move, because if he'd been human there would have been a whole lot of facial expression going on right there.]

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Almina's race ate stars to live. They cannibalized each other after a while. [ She shuts the locker then. ] He was the last of his people.

[ In time, Garrus might just find out what those pillars were, and what they are for, but now is— complicated.

Gliese stands up and wipes her face clean of tear tracks, smudging the paint under her eyes as she does; she'll paint them again later. For now she has to make a number of calls, has to yell at a few people, get ready for tomorrow.

She whistles, and Hetr, the bigger, scalier cat, comes into the rover; he takes the whistle as permission to sniff at Garrus. ]

He'll keep you company. I have to make some calls.

[Almina. So the head belonged to the captain that Dagger fought, then. That Dagger killed to protect Neheda and his crew. There's a lot of politics here. It's almost human.

He stands up straight as she gets ready to leave, nodding.]

Good, good. Me, a head, a cat, and an unconscious guy. We'll try not to party too hard and mess up the place.

[There's a little humor in his voice. Garrus crosses back to the door and takes a seat next to it. He's got a clear view of anything that approaches, and he figures the cat will give him warning too.]

Enjoy the calls.

[The gun comes off his back, and Garrus takes up position with practiced ease. Dagger will be protected through the night.]

[ She puts one hand on the lip of his suit's collar and puts and another to his mandible. When her hand comes away, there's a smear of faint red. ]

For blessing.

[ She leaves him to his chair and the rover.

She might have lied a little, about making the calls. She will make them - after she breaks a few mountains, and reshapes some of the landscape. Anger is best dealt with alone. ]

[He's not unused to being touched, what with serving with so many humans, but it still surprises him a little. Especially when it's someone he doesn't know all that well. A blessing. Huh. She is... Yeah. Garrus doesn't know. What he does know is that he can definitely respect devotion to one's crew.

And right now, while he sorts out what all is going on, that's enough.]

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