Things are so much easier in Black and White

[The recording takes place over several long minutes.]

Looks like it's clearing up out there, Shepard. Did you want to head out and take a look?

[And cue the time lapse. When no response comes after a while, Garrus tries again.]

Commander?

[Not getting any response, Garrus takes it upon himself to go stalk Shepard's room. Maybe she's in there... and sleeping. Or ignoring the journals altogether.]

[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.