[So Samus had been performing a routine check-in with Gliese for their scouting mission, when a curious thought struck her. There was one person she'd met back at drop point B she never got a chance to meet with and speak properly to, considering they lacked translators at the time. A quick search turns up the name she remembered him giving her: Garrus Vakarian. Well how about that?]
FROM: aran.samus@cdc.org
You're Garrus Vakarian, the one I met by drop point B, correct? This is Samus Aran, the one whose arm cannon you were ogling.
[ At some point after lockdown and the Pimp My Haroomba escapades there's a package left outside of Garrus' rover. Inside are five tiny and inelegant looking cocktail umbrellas. Mostly they're made out of paper and too much glitter but you can blame whatever they didn't use on the Roomba for that.
[ It's weird leaving this outside another rover, but eventually Garrus will come back to a bottle waiting for him. High proof, dextro-friendly spirits—with an added hallucinogenic kick, because Jean doesn't actually know what those are but you know what, why not.
There's a thin note tied around the bottle neck with neat, even handwriting.
'Thanks.
Don't drink it all at once.
-Jean'
Short and sweet. Thanks for having his back, for the lockdown, for whatever. ]
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