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[She nods too, taking down a mouthful of pizza before answering.]

Caricatures. There's a Fine Arts degree to go along with my Computer Science one. Makes the forensic reconstruction a little easier when you have a legitimate artistic license.

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It's... close, though? Recognizable? And you could do this with anyone, or do you stick to humans?

[There's someone he'd like a drawing of, suddenly, but he's not entirely sure they'd sit still for one.]

And would video from the chip work, instead of someone being present?

With caricatures, mostly, though the features are intentionally exaggerated. Nose, chin, that kind of thing is better than usual. With forensics, it's just straight bone structure, though if I can, I have the person smiling or with bright eyes, it makes them feel more alive than. Sometimes it helps with identification via the public. Forensics, in my department, are always humans. Anything else I do is whatever subject I have, so animals, furniture, name it, I've drawn it.

[Angela feels like she's babbling, running on at length about things somebody could find confusing, but he asked and so she answers. This is the risk somebody takes when they bring up the subject of art.]

Video would be great. I'd have a visual reference to work from if I can't get the actual person, but in lieu of that, verbal descriptions help too.

So with video, could you get it close without too much exaggeration? And how much do you charge?

[She'd said supplement, after all. The art talk is pretty interesting, but Garrus knows so little about art he can't actually contribute there.]

Yeah. I don't do exaggeration unless asked for. And it depends on what materials I'm using, exactly what I'm doing, and how big. I need to know exactly what you want to give you a ballpark range.

[She's not going to run him into the ground financial wise, but she isn't going to shortchange her talents. If they agree to a fair price, she'll do whatever he wants.]

I...

[Garrus chuckles.]

Yeah, I don't know anything about materials. Or sizes. It'd be a... A portrait. Sort-of. I think that's the right word. Something I want of someone who could vanish tomorrow.

Portrait comes in all sizes. If my phone worked, I could show you some pictures, but... do you guys use the Imperial system? Metric system? Because it'll be helpful if I could just throw numbers at you.

[Another bite, but before she swallows it, she pushes it into her cheek and takes a sip of water so she can continue talking. So much for table manners.]

Girlfriend? [Just a guess. In her experience, a fair number of men want pictures of their lovers.]

Imperial or metric. Those are the human measuring things. Uh. We don't. And I don't remember the calculations...

[He glances at the table before taking a napkin and unfolding it some and refolding it, getting it approximately the shape of a tablet.]

Something about that size, maybe. And... Not... He's male.

[The relationship part is accurate. Gender, not as much.]

That's why I asked and didn't assume.

[Look! She's learning! She'll get this whole different planets and species thing down soon.

She studies the napkin and quotes him a fair price of something that size, including the material and time cost. A little less than what she'd usually charge, but he's her supervisor now; she'll have to make a good impression.]

Oh, okay, boyfriend then. [She doesn't even blink at the correction. Who is she to judge?] Yeah, I could do this. I'd just need the video, so whenever you're ready just send it on over.

[He nods at the price. It sounds like it should be right, and he doubts he's going to be cheated by someone who is looking for him to employ them.]

I'll get a good shot first.

[Garrus reaches up, taps the visor he's wearing.]

When I see you at Masamune, I'll show you, you can tell me if it's got what you need, and then go from there?

That'll work. By then, I could tell you how long it's going to take.

[She goes back to her pizza that's gotten a tad cold by now and chews thoughtfully for a few moments before speaking again.]

Can I ask you a question? [She just did.] Off record and of the personal kind.

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[His mandibles flare in amusement as Garrus nods.]

And you can ask another, too. Might even let you have a third. I'm in a pretty good mood.

How do you keep up a relationship here? Do either of you get jealous? Do the rules work even if you're only sleeping with one person?

[He said three right? Oh, a third one. Nevermind, she's never been good at math.]

[Those are some heavy questions, and he takes a moment before answering.]

It's not... Hah. So. Yeah. The way they talk, just sleeping with one person isn't safe. Not to keep you from re-ed.

[Absently he opens the straw that had been given to him with his drink. Without lips he can't exactly use it, but this gives him something to do with his hands.]

There's some jealousy, yeah. But I'd prefer him be safe from the city, and I trust him. And we're the only one the other actually sleeps with. That's an exclusive. It's... It's all trust. Guess that's not different from most relationships.

[Angela's the queen of heavy and invasive question. This is just the start of a future barrage of them.]

I figured so. I just thought there might be some loophole somewhere...

[Not that she has any serious relationship prospects here and honestly, Angela isn't really looking for one here. If it happens, nice. If it doesn't, it means she can avoid potential issues that crop up with open relationships, ones she experienced in the past.]

'The only one the other actually sleeps with'? So no actual penetration with anybody but him? [That's what it sounds like Garrus is saying, but Angela wants to confirm.] And no, it's not. Without trust, you have nothing. Lord knows I know far too much about that last one.

[She glances away, looking both sad and a little bitter. Those wounds from home are still very fresh.]

[Garrus shakes his head, awkwardness fighting with sympathy for something that sounds rather personal.]

Uh, no. I mean real sleep. Falling asleep next to. It's the...

[He knows what word fits best. He tries to find another, to dance around the accurate one, but there isn't anything suitable.]

The intimacy of it. There's no time when you're more vulnerable. And considering the way the city works, I don't think it'd be safe to restrict an act.

Ah, I see.

[And she agrees. The intimacy is the best and most cherished part of any relationship to her. It's something she misses at home but especially here because Ariel seems more fitting to anonymous quickies, applications for bed partners, and sloppy drunken handjobs in a bar bathroom rather than organic relationships grown out of time spent nurturing them. Not that getting off fast and hot is a bad thing, it's just something Angela doesn't always want.

She can't lie and say she's not a little envious Garrus has somebody to have a intimate connection with. She's not going to say that outloud.]

No, you're right. There's trust there and comfort. If you don't have either one, there's no way you're sleeping through the night.

Especially... We're both soldiers. Used to being on alert. So the whole sleeping thing is a risk, too.

[He shrugs, trying to find something else to direct the conversation to. Emotional things, bonds, relationships, they're not Garrus' strong point when it comes to talking. Even talking isn't his strong point when it comes to talking. He's good at doing.]

Anything, uh, else?

[It's a risk, opening himself up for more questions considering it's clear that she doesn't mind taking him fully up on the offer, but he's willing to take it.]

[She's about to steer the conversation elsewhere when he offers up an open door for me, and well, who is she not to take the opportunity to sate her curiosity?]

So, is he human?

[Angela was wondering from the beginning really. She figures in a place like Ariel, it lends itself easily to interspecies coupling.]

Uh. No.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

Species... There aren't any other turians here. I wasn't a xenophile before I... but...

[This sounds a mess.]

He's drell. Someone I knew from back home. There wasn't anything before. It just... You rely on someone, a lot, and sometimes...

[Garrus shrugs, trailing off. He really has no idea how it happened.]

[Angela shakes her head. It may sound like a mess, but it's his mess and if it's something that brings Garrus a small measure of happiness in hell, then so be it.]

You don't owe me an explanation. You don't owe anybody an explanation. We love who we love and ninety-nine percent of the time we don't chose who, when, and where. It just happens and it's best to just accept it.

[It's so complicated... but he's going to take the out she's given him. They've just met. There's really no reason to spill the difficult details.]

Yeah, basically. You sound like you might know what you're talking about.

Well, I've been in love a few times. I'd like to think I learned something about it.

[But she stops there as far as discussing her own love life. She's great at encouraging other people to talk about theirs and to share their feelings. It doesn't quite work the same for her. Hypocritical, really.

But back to the main reason she's here, if only to change subjects before he could start asking her questions in return. Who wants to hear about how she fucked herself over so many times anyway?]

So you'd say I got the job? When do you need me to start?

[He chuckles. It's a clear diversion from the former topic, and Garrus is entirely okay with that. He's not good at sharing, she doesn't want to, time to move on.]

You've got the job, yeah. Welcome onboard. And if you wanted to start...

[Trailing off, Garrus takes a moment to think over the schedule.]

Two days from now work? Come in around ten in the morning, I'll show you around the place and get you situated before the lunchbreak rush hits, and then I'll be there through it with you.

That works. My schedule's clear on that day.

[Her schedule's clear everyday, but let's not talk about that.]

Lunchbreak rush? [Angela laughs, pushing her pizza crusts around on her plate.] I can see the allure in that.

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