Chapter 7 Fret.
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It was late. Way too late.
Shepard was supposed to have returned by now.
He was hoping to hear the clicking of her heels then seeing her golden- orange eyes.
Zaeed was standing around with a half empty bottle of scotch sharing old war stories with Joker. His breath was
layered with foreign meat. Garrus collected himself and Joker reminded him that going down there would jeopardize
the mission. Zaeed leaned back into a console. "She's a lot tougher than she looks, she can handle a gun, biotics
and a sword." He took a swig. Joker chuckled " I'm sorry but, I don't see Commander in the great sword handling
class."
They all laughed evenly. "Not a blundering great sword you twat, more in the class of a cutlass or saber. I was only
able to witness it once but it was well worth it. She fenced with Anderson and won it's on the extranet." Joker
pondered. " Well she is fluent, and strong…" He looked at his once broken arm. Garrus thought of the other night
how smooth and deliberate her steps were, nothing offbeat. His mind drifted... ...then the wink...was she just
teasing? But then back in the mess hall… No, she didn't mean it...Did she? Why did it bother him so much? He
started to tap his talon on the metal ground causing a miniature echo. He couldn't read her, even before the flirting
it would see like she was so close yet so distant. Then the way she would look at him, then Thanes' scent... He was
thinking too much. He needed to see her. "You should get some rest, we know you haven't slept." Joker insisted.
"Yes I agree with Joker, Commander Shepard would prefer to see you in your top form." EDI chimed in. They all
looked at the AI projection. "She would like you all at your physical peak." They couldn't hold back the laugh. After a
couple of hours of loitering Garrus gave in and returned to his room.