"So what now Shepard?", Garrus Vakarian sat on the cave floor with his arms crossed in front of his chest leaning against the back of the wall, his long legs stretched out in front of him.
"I dunno. We've covered our hunt to for Saren, mutual acquaintances and the past and current crew of the Normandy; weapon mods we have, mods we want to have, mods that don't exist but would be cool to have, upgrades to the ship, what the weather's like on both Earth and Palaven, and you've tried to explain exactly what you do when you calibrate the Thanix with little success or hope of me ever understanding a word you said. I don't know Garrus, but I think we may have officially run out of small talk.", Shepard smiled at her teammate in the dim light of the emergency lamp that sat in between them.
"Well, hopefully it won't take the others too long to dig us out of this. Mind you we are talking about being at the mercy of Grunt here."
"What? I have faith that he'll be able to pilot the shuttle back to the Normandy on his own and get help. Don't know how long it'll take to get through the rocks without caving the rest of the tunnel in, but I think we won't have to worry about it being days.
"You always know exactly what to say to make me feel so much better, Shepard", the turian drawled, his flanging voice laden with sarcasm.
"Look at it this way Garrus, even if we are stuck in here for an extended period of time, at least you don't have to worry about cannibalism, my dear dextro."
"I reiterate my previous statement."