a starter for @gothamire, with garrus vakarian.
the turian remains in the shadows of omega, face partially obscured in darkness, as the stranger approaches his tucked-away corner of the mining station. he's heard a few whispers about ex-mercenaries and their intel, their eagerness to supply information to archangel and his squad, and this appears to be a confirmation of said rumors — a lone figure, also bathed in a unique sort of darkness, takes tentative steps towards his armored form in hopes of... what? conversation? maybe they can broker a deal, make amends, work something out that benefits all parties involved. anything to save lives on omega, garrus thinks. anything to do right by the good people here, the burdened and broken. this is the only place in the galaxy where action actually works — and if this human woman comes to the table with beneficial cards to play, he's ready to hear her out.
garrus stares and studies the woman as she draws near. there's an air about her that stands out, that causes a ringing in his head and a fog behind his eyes. something tightens at the back of his throat in response to her gaze — she is undeniably powerful, and maintains a confident air that could send even the strongest mercenary to their knees. suddenly there is a lot riding on this conversation. suddenly, garrus forgets what words to use.
"i was wondering when you'd find me." as much as he would hate to admit it, garrus really tries to sound "cool" as archangel. he pretends to be put-together, emulating the confidence she exudes in turn. and maybe she can see right through him, and this is pointless. maybe she'll just turn around and walk the other way. "you've been looking for me? for archangel?"
