commanderscarface has approached you
Garrus didn’t typically hang out in the mess, mostly because he spent his hours buried in his work, allowing himself to have little time to sit around and reflect over a cup of hot tea. Of course, he was never a fan of hot or cold tea to begin with, but that was besides the point. Tonight, however, he was there, sitting at the table all by himself, staring down at a mug of room temperature coffee in front of him. He was drained; several sleepless nights finally catching up to him, hence the caffeinated beverage.
Just as he was about to pick it up and take another sip, he heard someone approach, so he glanced up from his drink to see who it was. “Commander,” he said as he laid eyes on Shepard. “You’re either down here because you can’t sleep, can’t stay awake, or I suppose you could be bored.”
