[It may have taken a few weeks, but Garrus was starting to get used to things here. Despite the shock of suddenly being in a new world and changing species, there was something refreshing about the Digital World, now that that shock has worn off. Maybe it's because people seem to be happy here, that there's no omnipresent threat bearing down on everyone. Maybe it's because there's no grey here, no tricky, middle moral ground that casts Garrus' whole sense of justice in to doubt.
[But that's not to say that this world is perfect. There's a feeling in his gut that while there aren't Reapers out there ... there's something. But here, people seem to know, they seem ready and willing to do what it takes to save everyone from whatever is out there. Garrus is almost always going to expect the worst, it's just in his nature ... but maybe this time he's going to let himself hope for the best. With Shepard around, how can he not?
[Whatever the case, he's not going to let some amorphous threat on the horizon stop him from living his life, not when he's just starting to like it here. Well, mostly, at least. He's still not used to human food. Don't get him wrong, it's better than turian food, but it's different. Turian food is basic and nutritious, it gives you just what you need to live. Human food has more flavor, more color, more of everything except the healthy stuff, it seems. It's good, but a bit overwhelming. That's why, as he sorts through the cafeteria's array of food he's sticking to simple things.
[He sees the girl enter as he's heads towards a table. He sees the bandages, the slight limp, but it's the look in her eyes that says the most. She's been through something recently, something hard, and she's coping with it. Part of him feels like he should say something, but, well, he's not exactly the most social creature.]
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[But that's not to say that this world is perfect. There's a feeling in his gut that while there aren't Reapers out there ... there's something. But here, people seem to know, they seem ready and willing to do what it takes to save everyone from whatever is out there. Garrus is almost always going to expect the worst, it's just in his nature ... but maybe this time he's going to let himself hope for the best. With Shepard around, how can he not?
[Whatever the case, he's not going to let some amorphous threat on the horizon stop him from living his life, not when he's just starting to like it here. Well, mostly, at least. He's still not used to human food. Don't get him wrong, it's better than turian food, but it's different. Turian food is basic and nutritious, it gives you just what you need to live. Human food has more flavor, more color, more of everything except the healthy stuff, it seems. It's good, but a bit overwhelming. That's why, as he sorts through the cafeteria's array of food he's sticking to simple things.
[He sees the girl enter as he's heads towards a table. He sees the bandages, the slight limp, but it's the look in her eyes that says the most. She's been through something recently, something hard, and she's coping with it. Part of him feels like he should say something, but, well, he's not exactly the most social creature.]