[It's doubtful anyone in the Keep has seen a turian before. If not, here's your chance. The one in question is sitting on his bed... cot... thing, staring down at the journal in his hands. He looks a lot less exhausted -- since he just slept for days, but no less banged around.
Or maybe it's just how he always looks, considering one side of his face is scarred horrifically.]
I... think I was supposed to contact the local medic. Or have her contact me. I think. Everything's a little hazy still.
Sort of hoped I'd gotten cracked on the head... But I guess we don't get to be that lucky...
[Garrus scrubs a hand over his face.]
And I'm out of stims. Perfect.
Or maybe it's just how he always looks, considering one side of his face is scarred horrifically.]
I... think I was supposed to contact the local medic. Or have her contact me. I think. Everything's a little hazy still.
Sort of hoped I'd gotten cracked on the head... But I guess we don't get to be that lucky...
[Garrus scrubs a hand over his face.]
And I'm out of stims. Perfect.