[Swinging through the doors to the VR room, she looks-- sharp, well rested in a way that's almost odd given Shepard's habitual, notoriously well-documented insomnia. The assessment had evidently distracted her enough from current events that she'd managed to get a few hours of rack time in, put some semi-respectable color in her face and taken a large step toward getting rid of the bags under her eyes.
--Not that Garrus is likely to notice. Turian signs of exhaustion don't really have much to do with color or puffy plating.]
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--Not that Garrus is likely to notice. Turian signs of exhaustion don't really have much to do with color or puffy plating.]
So what's on the table, Vakarian?