”Keelah, Garrus, it’s good to see you too.” Tali threw a curious look at the turian, wondering what might have gotten into him. Perhaps it was because he was having some alone time with his precious rifle… “I was just coming to see what you were up to and whether you wanted to chat.”
“I’m not really doing much of anything at the moment,” he stated, which was mostly true. Garrus didn’t consider what he was doing to be a particularly mentally or physically draining task; in fact, he found it to be quite relaxing. When he was alone with his gun and cleaning it, modifying it, or repairing it, he could just breathe slowly and pretend there wasn’t mayhem and murder all over the galaxy.
“Pull up a weapons crate and take a seat, if you’d like.” The turian gestured towards said crates. “I wouldn’t mind taking a little break to talk to you.”
(Source: optimizefiringalgorithms)
