“Great. Should have known.” He slunk against a crate and gave her a look. “Then you better get out there. I’d love to follow, Shepard, but…” he groaned. “Damn it.”
She shakes her head her head and starts rummaging around for an extra pack of medi-gel. “I’m staying right here, until we manage to get you an evac.”
“Yes, Shepard, you’re—” he stopped short, gasped as pain flared and shot up his spine, flooding his body, and finally managed to school his features again. “You’re welcome. I wouldn’t mind an evac right about now. Heh.”
Her fingers curl around a piece of his armor and she glances around trying to find someone to help, but the battle continues on around them. “My tool’s busted, Garrus… Unless you have a miracle shoved up your sleeve we’re stuck here for a while.”
He chuckles and makes a pained face. Ow, that hurt. “I would, but it seems I’ll be… uh… indisposed.”
She presses her hand to the wound and scowls at him, her eyes blazing with rage. “You’re a fucking moron.”
“You’ll have to drag me to hell and back before I let this go, Vakarian.”
[Shrugs] “It’s true. There’s a lot of flailing and sinking, with the occasional bout of drowning. We’ve been over this, Shepard.”
“I vaguely remember something. But honestly, I don’t think you’re all that good at ducking either.”
“Such a gentle soul, Shepard. Thankfully, after that rocket to the face, I always remember to duck.” [chuckles]
“And here I thought turians didn’t know how to duck.”
“O… kaay? Right. I’ll uh. Hm. I’ll just assume you are angry at me. And make myself scarce, maybe.” [makes for the door]
[rolls eyes] "You should know better by now. If I was mad I would have chucked something at your head and told you to get off my ship.”
“I fail to see how, personally.”
“Just because I’m friends with an asshole, doesn’t make me an asshole.”
“Well. For starters, you are my best friend. Kind of the obvious reason, if you ask me.”
"Your logic is highly flawed.”