For such an advanced ship the elevator was damned slow. He was tired, so tired. He just wanted to climb into bed and curl up next to his special someone. He absently rubbed a bleary eye as the doors opened and he stumbled out. He wasn't used to these hours, the war needed him, Shepard needed him, he was doing his best.
Stepping into the next room, he was greeted by the whispering noise of deep breathing. Already asleep, must be quiet. To his strained brain it seemed easier to think in abbreviation. Despite the softly waving glow from the aquarium he still managed to put his N7 feetie pajamas on upside down, trying in vain to push his head through what he believed to be the neck hole but was in fact where his foot was supposed to go, stub his toe on a pair of discarded boots, sending them clattering down the three steps that led the way into the second half of the room. He followed them in the same manner shortly after, whilst clutching at his foot and hopping on the other. He winced at the relatively loud thump, please don't be awake, a groan from the sleeping figure responded to his thought. A string of muttered curses and profanity from various races and languages escaped his lips. Being relatively close to the double bed he hauled himself up into it. Once settled an arm slid around his waist. The arm felt rougher than he'd expected, but he dismissed it as a side effect of being in the military and almost constant firefights. Securing that arm around him he laced his fingers between that arms hand. Kind of tricky.. Can't find all the fingers.. Ow! Sharp... Talons? This wasn't right. He tried to slide away from the heat that pressed against his back. The arm pulled him closer. "Shepard..." A gruff voice mumbled. Don't panic. Obviously he disregarded his own advice as he began screaming like a girl. The owner of the arm flicked on a lamp, a few seconds of silence as eyes adjusted to the light, and joined in screaming.
He found himself screaming into the face of a green turian, who promptly returned the favor. The turian's regained composure melted into disbelief. "CONRAD?"
Gathering what was left of his self confidence Conrad said as nonchalantly as he could. ''Whoops, wrong room. Not a word of this." Then practically ran out the room, leaving a confused Garrus to wonder what in the spirits was wrong with that guy.