She was probably just paying too much attention to him, but it seemed like he was too interested in her to gin with. Too close. He seemed to understand more than she was comfortable with a virtual stranger seeing in her; but it was the way they moved across the battlefield in some sort of unity really threw Shepard for a loop.

It had to be their military backgrounds. Or that what the turian military taught their soldiers was similar to what Alliance taught theirs. Maybe it had something to do with that strict turian upbringing; some sort of 'pay attention to your CO' mandate? Clearly, whatever lesson it was, Garrus had learned it and learned it well. Maybe he was on some sort of special storm team at C-Sec, too, because he sure as hell didn't seem to need any time to fall into the swing of active combat from his time as a detective.

But really, it was eerie, how similar his style was to her own. It was like they were meant to be partners—and that thought itself gave her pause.

She would order a move over the comms—when they weren't jammed—and turn her head to find that he was already there, waiting where she had ordered him, or she would see an enemy coming around to flank as soon as he called for her to take it down. And they moved smoothly from cover in turns, sniping from behind obstacles. They kept taking turns at the droves of geth that Wrex drew out, one taking a shot while the other's weapon cooled, covering the other every time they needed to dash forward. She wasn't sure Wrex even got touched. She was left a little... unsettled by the looks they kept shooting each other as they moved up side by side. She was reminded of the way his eyes caught her with a challenge the night before in her quarters.

However, she couldn't resist a whoop of victory as she took down a geth that tried to sneak around a railing he was ducking behind. He gave her an odd one-fingered salute that she seriously hoped was a gesture of thanks in whatever turian paradigm he used, because it looked a little too much like a human gesture that she was sure she wouldn't appreciate.

Shepard made a mental note to ask later, and to review and set down a universal—for her team, at least—set of field gestures. One that accommodated varying numbers of digits.

Wrex took out the last geth that was ducking below cover on the platform, and their radar suddenly cleared, the comms opened up again. Shepard stood and checked a locker for any goods or credits, and tossed the targeting VI that she found at Garrus, waited for him to quickly snap it onto his rifle.

"Alright, come on, boys." She said, leading them towards the spot the targeting maps marked as the entrance to the Prothean ruins.

"Boys?" The turian looked up from his rifle with those plates over his eyes knocked at disparate angles, but Wrex just laughed that deep, unsettling laugh of his and trucked up the hill.

"You heard me, Vakarian." She couldn't help but grin at him before she turned to follow the Krogan. She resisted the urge to slap a hand on his tiny turian rear-end in a 'good-game' gesture. That would probably be a cultural specific that could start a real fight. God help her, but she did like him. Couldn't decide if she trusted him further than she could throw him, but she did like him.

The entrance to the digsite was just ahead across another stretch of mostly open field, and Shepard thought she saw a glint of something metal before a flash of something red knocked her down, and her shields out. She lay on the ground, dazed for a moment before she realized she was moving again, something dragging her by the collar of her hardsuit. She realized her ears were ringing, but she managed to hang on to her rifle.

Garrus threw her against a nearby boulder, knelt to take a shot, and then turned back around to her. She realized she could hear Wrex roaring and forced herself to get a grip on her gun, she turned around to try and spot a target, and quickly ducked back down. She took a deep breath; too many targets. Fucked up frog-geth things, with some sort of sniper-like armaments, a giant, monster sized geth, and one of the huge four legged platforms.

She realized Garrus was applying a dose of medigel to the side of her face and shrugged him off. She could almost hear right again, and she dashed off to a spot of nearby cover, and slowed her breathing, focusing to take out one of the frogs-geth, but the 'regular' geth were moving closer.

"Overload!" She shouted at him, and he raised his omni-tool. Blue energy crackled along several metal bodies, and she took out one, two with the closest she could manage to a headshot.

She watched Wrex storm one of the frog-geth and take it out with a massive fist to the head. All that was left was the giant four legged monster. She gestured Garrus up through the space that Wrex opened up, and followed herself. She tossed a few grenades at it, Garrus used another overload, and Wrex used some sort of biotic push at it, and it went down quicker than she expected.

She leaned against the column she was using for cover and breathed.

Wrex was laughing through the comm as it opened back up, and she watched him walk up to her.

"I like you, human. You're a little bit crazy." He stood in front of her, hefting that heavily modded shotgun of his.

"Fuck." She replied. "Garrus, you got the rest of that medigel now?" She realized that she must have some sort of scalp wound, because there was more blood dripping into her eyes and she could barely see. Medi-gel would help.

"That's gonna leave a mark." He said quietly as he spread the cool green gel over the top of her head. A few strands of bloodied hair stuck to his hand, and she laughed quietly. She pulled the goopy strands from his wrist and wiped them on the column behind her.

"I don't care; just get it to stop bleeding." He nodded, grimacing and waving a hand at her gelled-up head, trying to get it to dry.

"You should be good." She started trying to wipe the blood off of her face, but stopped when she heard Wrex laughing again.

"What?" She snapped at him.

"You're going to scare the shit out of this asari we're going in here to grab." She rolled her eyes, wiping off her bloodied hand on the exposed body suit at the back of her thigh.

"Move out." And with that she stalked up the ramp to the ruin's entrance.