Nuh-uh, buddy. [a pat on his talons] You first. What's up?
[The undercurrents in his voice, his body language, those woke her up faster than understanding just what it is that invaded her dreamscape. A squaddie in trouble takes precedence over fantasies she can recall in crystal clarity. Those can be perused on a later occasion.
The lighting may be poor, but Garrus can probably recognize the stubborn glint in these eyes.]
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[The undercurrents in his voice, his body language, those woke her up faster than understanding just what it is that invaded her dreamscape. A squaddie in trouble takes precedence over fantasies she can recall in crystal clarity. Those can be perused on a later occasion.
The lighting may be poor, but Garrus can probably recognize the stubborn glint in these eyes.]