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From what she could get from her position at the back of the large room usually used for press conferences - luckily there were no actualpress, just lots and lotsof soldiers with heavy guns and expressionless faces and the occasional fellow lab tech that she could only assumed belonged to the much larger weapons study program - she had good reason to be as excited as she was. Well, jumping on her feet, unable to control herself, giddy was more apt, but it didn't sound as 'professional' than just standing calming in the lift down to the lab.
They were given the permission to start tests on 575!She bites her lip and hops a bit on her toes, her hands shaking in exhilaration and making the bags of her late dinner crinkle and rattle in her hold.
General Hackett had approved beginning tests on the actual alien down in the lab and, even though Jane wouldn't admit to liking the concept of sticking needles in the so-far unassuming alien entity and risk violence, she could barely contain her curiosity at finally being allowedto approach 575. Of course, she owed the creature enough for not doing anything to her during the few short times they interacted to warn it of what was to come, so she wouldn't leave it as a shock when Dr. Lawson comes in tomorrow. Plus, she's sure 575 is probably hungry, so she's heading done to both share her mediocre lunch and offer a heads-up.
When the lift opens, she takes a deep breath and clamps down her jitters, trying to force control into her feet not to rush to the lab like a lunatic. Her heart beats frantically in her chest from the excitement, so she counts tiles along the floor under her breath as she walks the now-known walk to the lab. She's pretty sure she could even do the walk blindfolded, but it's probably best not to test that theory, she's got enough on her plate trying to keep from looking like a fool in front of their otherworldly visitor when she rushes in and blurts out information a hundred miles a minute.
Should probably not do that, either, she reminds herself as she stops before the door of the lab. She takes a deep breath to calm herself and swipes her ID card, typing in her access code directly after. The door slides open with a flicker of lights turning on and, despite her best efforts, she grins stupidly when she sees the tall, silvery shape of 575 shift and stand from its makeshift bedding.
"I have news, 575!" She rushes into the room and forgoes the counter to drop her food stuffs on the floor directly in front of the cell. She smiles up at the creature and sees its eyes blink, probably in confusion of her abrupt entrance, and its facial parts flick outward before returning to its jaw.
"Though… I don't know if you'd really be as happy as I am about it," she says with a frown and drops her eyes. She's starting to wonder if being happy about poking and prodding the new alien is such a good thing. "Nevermind… I'll tell you later."
She bites her lip and scans the floor, trying to think of something to change the subject and her eyes fall on the untouched meats from earlier. "Oh! You didn't eat it." She looks up and catches that flicker of movement again, making her smile. "That's great!"
She crouches down and tugs the tray out from under the glass, shoving it away to pick up and deal with later. "I brought you some food. It's not perfect, five-star quality, but I thought you might like to share?" She sits unceremoniously on the hard tile before the cage and crosses her legs, one over the other.
Noticing that 575 somewhat matches her movements as much as its own unique body structure allows as it too sits on its side of the glass, she bites the inside of her lip in wonder on just what will happen once Dr. Lawson and the other doctors will get to start openly experimenting on the alien guest. While she too is curious at what makes it tick, so to speak, she's watched enough movies and cheesy sci-fi's to know that this experience may turn out much less pleasant for 575 than she would hope to happen to her in this situation.
Halfway through unwrapping her sandwich, she stops with a disheartened sigh, her eyes falling to her hands in shame. She wouldn't want this creature to get hurt, even though she has no clue why it's even here, because she's never been one for senseless violence. "I have to tell you something," she admits, looking up to the bigger form on the other side of the glass. "And I know you aren't going to like it."
575 tilts its head in what she's pretty sure is its way of admitting confusion and can't help the slight twitch of her lip at seeing a big, spiky creature making such an innocent kind of expression. Not knowing why, she lifts her hand and presses it to the cool glass, but drops it and her head when the reality hits.
Sighing dejectedly, she drops her head and fiddles with the plastic container of her sandwich. "The General here has lifted the quarantine on you." She bites her lip and frowns, hating the reality of what this means, even if 575 doesn't. "And I doubt you'll like what that means. Humans... we aren't a very nice bunch when it comes to anything 'different'."
She can't stand that fact, that humans in their natural curiosity tend to cause harm 'in the name of science' and discovery, but she knows whyit's done. In order to learn, one must experimentand doing it while a subject is alive is so much better than trying to answer questions from an autopsy by using deductions. You can always kill something, but you can't always bring it back.
"575," She says sadly, lifting her head to look at the being from somewhere far beyond her home. "They - I - will have to do things to you because we don't know what you are and we can't understand you to ask." Her frown deepens, but she forces herself to give it the respect to look at it when she all but tells it her people are probably going to all but torture it. "It's not right what may happen to you and I know it's wrong to make excuses by saying it's the only way we know how to do something like this situation because you are the first, so... I'm sorry. For all of humanity, I'm sorry."
The empty words are like ash on her tongue and she wishes to be able to just curl up in shame and self-loathing, but her lap is occupied by her lunch. The lunch which she came down here to offer to share with Earth's guest.
"Crap, I forgot." She scrambles to open the container, her mind at least being able to focus on this task instead of worry. "Here, this is called a sandwich. Meat, tomato, lettuce, and cheese. If you want, I like to put these chips in mine." She holds up a plastic bag and gives it a little shake. "Gives it flavor and a crunch."
It makes an odd noise akin to thunder, but doesn't show the usual signs of aggression like getting tense or shifting into a more closed off position, so she thinks 575 is okay with her offer. Even more convincing is when it shifts closer, leaning a bit and moving its three-fingered hand closer to the gap under the wall.
She smiles, taking note of how it seems to hold its hand close enough to seem like it's interested in what she offers, yet stays far enough away so that she doesn't feel nervous of the long claws on its fingers. Perhaps it has learned of her hesitance through all the times she would hand it those disgusting food bars it eats?
"Don't worry," She adds as she takes the top of her sandwich container and flips it to use as a makeshift plate. "I ran enough tests on your food to know that, even if stuff doesn't taste the same, it won't hurt you and can even offer some nutritional value." She puts half of her sandwich on the 'plate' and opens the chips, pouring half into the empty space of the concave container. "Not as much as your food would offer you, of course, but that just means that you'll have to eat more."
She slides the little bowl of sandwich and chips under the wall, smiling at the little flutter of movement of its facial parts around its mouth. "But let's see how your stomach manages with this."
He was bored to death, it was as usual. Nothing to do but normally he wasn't completely alone. Shadow boxing, sit ups, push ups. He did it all but it just wasn't enough to occupy his mind or ease the building tension and stress. Strangely, the only thing that really was able to calm him was talking with or watching Jane. But now, Jane wasn't here, so Garrus just sat on his bunk and let his mind drift away. He thought about Palaven, the warm sun, the summers he spent in this huge house at the beach. The warm and salty wind that came from the ocean and felt so nice on his plates. His mind drifted to his family, his parents, his little sister. Almost two years… I should've called and visited more often. For some reason he even missed his father, despite all the fights.
But now he wasn't sure if he would even see anything else besides this cell ever again.
With a groan, he sat against the wall and tried to occupy his mind with something else. His breath calmed as he was about to drift off due to the excessive lack of sleep he encountered here, when he heard the familiar hissing sound of the white and black lab doors. Turning his head to the door, he couldn't help but purr when he saw her enter. Jane…
She seems excited. With a tilt of his head he stood up and waited for her to come closer.
She starts to speak to him as she approaches his cell.
'I have news, 575.' Still a bit slow in his head as a result of his exhaustion, he just blinked at her and waits for her to return. He looks in her eyes and purrs low.
'Though… I don't know if you'd really be as happy as I am about it,' her expression changed in a split-second. The excitement is gone but he can't quite put this new one. She evades his eyes for a second as she looks on the floor 'Nevermind… I'll tell you later.'
His right mandible flares in a smile as he motions to the untouched steak on the ground, her expression changes again as she sees it. Humans… never know what they might do or how they feel the next second…
"Oh! You didn't eat it." Her eyes meet his and she smiles at him, resulting in a purr from him "That's great!"
The next few minutes were strange. She sat with him and started to talk. Making experiments? He was rather calm about that fact. Well most likely because he haven't expected something else. But he wasn't stupid either. He knew that, if they start to cut him up, war was inevitable. The Turian hierarchy doesn't take mistreating of one of theirs kindly. It reminded him of the story about what happened to the Yahg. Almost wiped out because they killed a survey team.
A low and dark chuckle erupts from his chest
Well, at least I got something to eat.
Seeing her so worried hurt him and he had no clue why. He was trying to ignore that feeling but it there was still this one that question nagged him. Why does her sadness bother me so much?
She disliked what was about to happen to him and he knew that it wasn't her fault. It was not like she decided to kill him by herself. His hand laid on the little gift he had for her. Playing with it, he was still a bit hesitant, not knowing how she would react.
She was talking about something, not sure what it was exactly. He took a deep breath and closed his fingers around it, he interrupted her with a loud purr and lays the little thing on the ground.