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[thearchangel]

[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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[xenoshepherd.livejournal.com]

Uh huh, nothing interesting ever happens when I'm around.

Alright. So long as you keep the calibrations to a minimum noise level, you can play bodyguard.

[audio]

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Well, that's why the Normandy has the extranet. For all that copious downtime we get.

Yes ma'am. I'll be there in a second.

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[xenoshepherd.livejournal.com]

[He'll find warm bread and butter on a small place just outside her door, which is left cracked open. Shepard is face-down on her bed with a hand on the pistol underneath a pillow.

The wonders of paranoia.]

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

[He'll glance inside, just to check. And then, satisfied, he'll park his turian butt on the ground outside her door.

... He's not really sure what the bread and butter is -- but, eventually, he'll try it. And settle down to play bodyguard.]