ashepardsworkisneverdone has entered the main battery
“Hey,” Garrus said as Shepard walked into his area. He was one of the few people who never had to be paged for anything because he hardly ever left his workstation unless he had to relieve himself, eat, or go out on a mission. He was more than a little addicted to his calibrations, even working for almost 24 hours straight just to raise efficiency by half a percent. That was the thing about turians–if they wanted to do something, they did it and they did a damn good job. The former cop had a bad habit of overworking himself, even going so far as to label himself as a “workoholic.” Garrus didn’t really think that was a bad thing, however.
“You caught me at a good time. I was just about to head out to the mess to grab something to eat. Was there something you need, or?”