The journey to Omega was, by the Normandy's standards, uneventful. Garrus chatted with Wrex until it became clear that they wouldn't be swinging around to pick up Ashley. Instead they'd meet up with her on the burning red heart of the Omega nebula, so he returned to his work station to pass the time. Half of his focus was geared towards the guns, and the other half drifted towards their destination as his hands followed the familiar rhythm on the keyboard.
He reappeared in the CIC before they had even fully docked, his earlier trepidation replaced with a steely calm ingrained through austere military training. The only doubt he felt was on Miranda's behalf; were they splitting up? Now that they had changed course, would he still get to greet Ashley as he'd promised? With Shepard, they had a routine. Their missions were obscure and unusual, but how they functioned had always been clear.
Still, they were the same team, just under a different command. Hopefully that would be enough.
"Waiting on your order, Lawson," he comm'd her. In the seconds after, he shot Ashley a quick message:
Docked here. Are you close?
-G.
[ 1 Attachment - OMEGDCK_coord1.cdt ]