Shepard’s breath left her in a huff of amusement at the misspoken saying, but otherwise didn’t comment. “Well, I was actually hoping to get your advice on something. Not that it’s the only reason I’m coming to see you. I do enjoy your company, too.” She moved to slip out of the main battery, eyes glancing back for a moment to make sure he was following before continuing on.
When it came to the mess hall, Shepard truly enjoyed the company of other people, so it came as no surprised that she hung out here quite a bit when she had the time. Though she may not listen to every detail of a conversation, just having someone there and speaking was like a comfort to her. Usually though, she would much rather be with her squadmates. These were people who stood behind her at every battle and kept her back covered in the worst of times. She trusted them the most, and honestly? They were hilarious if you listened.
She took a seat at the far end of the table and gestured for Garrus to sit with her. “Here’s the deal. I was thinking that we should go on shore leave for a day or two.” She quickly held her hands up. “Now before you say anything, here’s why. I don’t know if you’ve seen everyone else here lately, but they’re tense. Getting into arguments. Hell, Jack and Miranda practically ripped each other’s throats out the other day. We need these people in fighting shape, and in order to do that, they need to get along.”
Shepard dragged her hands over her face in exasperation. “So my question is: Where do we go? What do we do? Is there even anything we can do to get them to relax?” To be honest, she was feeling pretty on edge herself. Being in charge of such a huge variety of people can be hell sometimes. “Maybe shore leave isn’t the answer. But I’m not sure. What do you think?”
Garrus followed her out of the main battery, the door hissing shut once they were a few feet away. Their boots made an interesting clank as they walked down the catwalk, a sort of metallic clank as hard footwear met the material covering the long path to the mess. Soon they were at the stair, then in the mess, which for once happened to be empty. It wasn’t that the former Archangel didn’t enjoy the company of others, rather, he just preferred to eat and relax in peace, away from the crew who loved to sit and ask him question after prying question about his time on Omega and how he got that nasty damage on the right side of his face. Being here alone with Shepard would be nice, a pleasant break from the usual.
They approached the table and Shepard took a seat, Garrus sitting down in the chair across from her, resting his elbows on the table as she began to speak. She mentioned shore leave, and before he could object, she further explained. Really, the idea of taking a short break from all of the mayhem and death happening right now sounded like a great idea, though he wasn’t quite sure why she was asking him where he thought they should go on this break. All he liked to do when he had nothing to do was clean his guns, modify his guns, and fire his guns; not much else entertained him. He thought about suggesting that the whole squad go to a range and have a little shootout, but he could see how quickly that could get out of hand. Instead, he just shrugged and leaned back in his chair.
“You’re asking the wrong turian,” he stated. “I think if you did authorize shore leave, it might be better if you allow everyone to go their separate ways, rather than organizing a get-together of sorts, assuming that’s what you were suggesting.” Some of Shepard’s squad barely got along while on the same ship–especially the two powerful female biotics she had mentioned–so they definitely wouldn’t get along if they did some sort of group activity.
“Shore leave sounds alright. Just take us to the Citadel or something and let us come and go as we please. I don’t know.”
(Source: optimizefiringalgorithms)