[She turns on her heel, making her way up the corridor toward her quarters - lets him rattle on for a while before:]
Garrus. [Cuts over him. A beat where she's sure he's listening--] Stop talking.
[Just give her a minute. Throwing more ordinance at the problem isn't always the solution, much as she's loathe to admit it and right this second between where they are and the doorway to her assigned room, she just needs a few clicks of quiet so the thing in her chest that is tight and strangling will start to mind its own business.
Hopefully he'll give her that, let them move along the hall with little more than their footfalls to punctuate it.
The room, when they get there, is empty - thank god. She makes for her bunk, clearly hers by the strictly ordered way its made up, the utter lack of ornamentation or collection of nicknacks in the corners or along the back wall; when she gets there, she crouches and pops open the lower compartment - feels around in the storage space until her hand closes on an ammo box. She slides it free, pops the lock and produces a bottle of liquor without much ceremony.]
Here. [Gripping the bottle by the neck, she flips it over and holds it out to him with the clear expectation that he accept it.] It's dextro friendly. I picked it up on Selena.
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Garrus. [Cuts over him. A beat where she's sure he's listening--] Stop talking.
[Just give her a minute. Throwing more ordinance at the problem isn't always the solution, much as she's loathe to admit it and right this second between where they are and the doorway to her assigned room, she just needs a few clicks of quiet so the thing in her chest that is tight and strangling will start to mind its own business.
Hopefully he'll give her that, let them move along the hall with little more than their footfalls to punctuate it.
The room, when they get there, is empty - thank god. She makes for her bunk, clearly hers by the strictly ordered way its made up, the utter lack of ornamentation or collection of nicknacks in the corners or along the back wall; when she gets there, she crouches and pops open the lower compartment - feels around in the storage space until her hand closes on an ammo box. She slides it free, pops the lock and produces a bottle of liquor without much ceremony.]
Here. [Gripping the bottle by the neck, she flips it over and holds it out to him with the clear expectation that he accept it.] It's dextro friendly. I picked it up on Selena.