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[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.

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Garrus Vakarian?

[That is you, right, Mister Turian? She recognizes the voice.]

Just the person I needed to see. I've got something for you.

Yeah. That's me.

[Oh good -- he was hoping she'd hear.]

Sounds good... I think. Where at?

Infirmary. The floor below entry level in the great keep.

[She gives him direct instructions from there. After all, her floor does share the kitchen, the pantry, and the cool room.]

Right. Be there in a minute.

I'll be waiting.

[Sycora moves from her desk into the main section of the infirmary to wait for Garrus. With any luck, he wouldn't get lost.]

[It's not long before Garrus pokes his head in. The long... long... sleep helped clear his head somewhat, but there's the aftereffects of the stims. And the remaining damage from the fight with the Collectors.

So he limps a little, but nothing too bothersome.]

Hello?

Hello.

[She notes that limp, Garrus, but she doesn't comment on it. Sycora stands up from where she leaned against the wall, drawing up to her full height of five-foot-two. Her hair, as usual, is pulled into a bun. Though her appearance is neat, she looks tired.

The infirmary is very... medium-sized. Torches keep the room well-lit and cots line one wall. On the other wall, there's a large cabinet. One door, firmly closed, can be seen from the entrance point.]

Right to business, then.

[Sycora holds up a small wooden box. It's closed, but should Garrus open it, he'll find it full of small square wafers. They're mottled black and brown, rather like marbled bread.]

This is a medicine that'll allow your body to metabolize the food we have in-keep. Take one daily, and you should have no trouble.

[Which means he has to look way down to meet her eyes -- turians aren't a short species, by any means. His eyes flick around the room, noting the contents, while he idly scrubs at his scars with one hand.]

Guess I should probably say it's nice meeting you.

[Then his attention is distracted. He accepts it, wordlessly, peering inside. His mandibles flick.]

I've never heard of anything like this. Where did it come from?

[Hey, she has to look way up. Even trade?]

A pleasure.

[The mandibles are... interesting. Sycora watches with curiosity, but then looks into his eyes.]

The medicine was made here in the keep. I doubt you'd find anything like it back on your world.

[Then she'll have the pleasure of watching them flick in and out again -- or one of them, anyway. The other just sort of twitches.]

Made here...? With what?

[Since he doesn't see anything he's used to seeing, in terms of medical equipment.]

Magic.

[She grins.]

Kidding. Can't tell you the trade secrets, though.

[He just stares. Blinks. Right. A joke. Garrus huffs out a breath, and shakes his head.]

So how am I supposed to know this will work?

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They're not letting you just starve, are they?

[Flip.. Shepard scans the other reply to his recording.

... Flip.]

What did she give you?

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Fortunately, no.

[A pause.]

... A box of medication. Looks more like some kind of cracker.

She gave you crackers.

[Shepard leans back in her cell's bed, massaging the bridge of her nose.]

... You still have your omnitool, right? Did you already check to see if it's safe for you?

Come see for yourself, if you want.

[He pauses, long enough to flick it on.]

... I'm not getting any readings. Nothing familiar, anyway.

Was about to get some shut-eye for the night, but I'd like to get a look at it, maybe see if it's something I would recognize.

[From Earth, that is.]

These... books ... can transmit visuals, right?

Hey, don't let me keep you up. I can manage another day or so.

[He flips through it for a moment.]

Maybe. I'd have to figure it out.

Don't have any pressing appointments to get to tomorrow. Keep me up all night long for all I care, just don't make me get up. Try holding one of the crackers up to the record?

[Garrus is a bro, she can joke with him how she wants, thank YOU Udina.]

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Since you insist, I'd be happy to keep you up in bed all night.

[... Garrus that sounds awful.]

Hang on.

[And suddenly! There it is. One of the little medicine things he was given, sitting in the palm of his hand.]

There, got it.

[That's because it WAS awful, Garrus.

But it makes her laugh and gets her shoulders shaking. Shepard hasn't had her funny bone very tickled these past few days.]

I, ah, have no idea what those are. Guess we're out of luck until you try it.

[He doesn't seem to notice, continuing on as if nothing happened.]

Think I should go for it?

[Shepard will let him off the hook... this once. The next time he leaves a gaping opening like he just did, she will be physically incapable of resisting.]

Unless you've found a cache of dextro-based rations somewhere, no. Here. I'll cross my fingers.

[Knowing Garrus, it won't be long before that happens.]

Not that I've found. Then again, I haven't really been looking. Unless I can search the grounds in my sleep.

Cross your fingers?

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