There isn't enough time to look at him. She could have hours and it might not be enough. She's seen turians before, but she hasn't seen him. The scars on his face fascinated her even in the game, she wants to see them. But he's not speaking enough. He's turning to the side and looking down at the woman who is giving him a sly and snide look.
The girl doesn't make the connection at first, but the voice that responds to Garrus is distinct enough. The woman is Shepard.
… a very attractive Shepard.
A laugh nearly escapes her lips again, remembering the annoyance level of some fans for the third game prettification of the hero.
Her husband would have snorted…
That thought, a mix of wistful and edged, dies very quickly because there's a third shadow joining the group. Shepard has turned to look at him, asking some question about where he's going to go now.
Thane Krios.
A drell. The first drell, in fact, that she's ever seen. He answers Shepard, mentioning a visit to the Presidium. And she does hear it, she does register the words and even has time to faintly muse that it seems Shepard may have chosen Garrus this time around. She thinks that the Commander is standing closer to the tall turian than the drell, but she isn't sure. She can't completely tear her eyes away from Thane to judge.
She can see the speckles on his chest. The white line of fabric that encircles his collar bone made no sense to her in the game, but here it creates depth and shadow against his skin. The rills, ribbing, or whatever the hell it was called along his throat move. They move with every shift of weight and ever so slightly with his breath.
Details that she never would have guessed, that had amused her to find in the other crew members, wrench at her guts now.
His eyes are so dark.
…
His eyes are looking right at her.
