@JackD
Mona: Where are you
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@JackD
Mona: Where are you
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Garrus sits at the table on the crew deck, taking apart and cleaning his rifle. It’s been longer than the Turian would like since he’s done this relaxing and comforting task. There’s Collector or Hust or merc blood, dirt, grime, even his own blue blood in some of the nooks and crannies. He loves the thing too much to let it go this long without a good clean. Current objectives haven’t given any of the squad much down time.
He’d been vaguely aware of someone watching him, and he’s fairly certain on who it is based on their unnerving silence and closeness behind him. Garrus has no problems with the biotic. But that doesn’t make her interpersonal communication and interaction any easier to deal with. He clears his throat.
“Jack, don’t take this the wrong way but... You’re making me i n c r e d i b l y uncomfortable right now.”
Text: Jack
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