~Jane~

After paying her respects to her fallen comrades, Jane had stayed about the Alliance recruitment offices for a while.

She found herself talking to various kids who were interested in applying for recruitment but were still undecided, offering advice and answering their questions. The conversations helped to pass the time she would've just spent mulling about the Citadel, so she couldn't really complain about playing 20 questions.

Soon though, her stomach began to make the fact known that it was lunch and it would rather be eating than talking, so she excused herself and went on her way. She figured the recruiters could take the rest of the questions as it was technically their job and she was off the Alliance clock.

Jane now sits at a small table in a dinner close to her hotel. Apparently, she found the Asari equivalent to chicken fried steak and she couldn't care less about the image she must make as she drenches it in gravy and takes huge bites.

She is chewing on a particularly large piece when her Omni-Tool chimes with a message. She can already guess who it is before pulling the interface up and smiles when her suspicions are proved true.

She and Garrus have been sending pings during her time away whenever he seems to be at a slow point in his day. She told him not to while at work, but she knows him too well to believe that his written agreement wasn't really just a dismissive shrug of his shoulder and insistence to do it anyway.

She may have to admit to herself that she is also a bad influence because she can't seem to resist replying each and every time he pings, despite her reluctance to get him into trouble.

Pulling up his message she reads quietly while sipping on her drink. "I get off soon. Want to meet up?"

She snorts softly to herself, "Eager are we? It's only been three days, Garrus."

"Yeah, but all my time is either spent working or sleeping."

She frowns, knowing he's messaged about his mother on the days before. "I thought you've been seeing your mom."

"I have, but I've also been around my dad. Trying not to fight with him when she's here and ruining her trip is like work…So, as I said, work or sleep."

She shakes her head, but doesn't get a chance to respond before he messages. "My dad didn't even take off for her visit, so he starts his shift tonight. I'll get to see her tonight and tomorrow night, she leaves the next day… I can't believe he's wasting his time working when mom traveled all this way to see him."

Not wanting him to get worked up, especially if he's at work and may possibly run the risk of running into the focus of his ire, she quickly types. "At least you get the chance to take her to Macedonia's."

"Yeah…I want to see you before then. Are you busy?"

"What? Now?" She finishes her meal with one last big bite and chews it as she waits for his response.

"I'm getting out now, so yes."

She goes back to her first statement of their conversation with a chuckle, "Eager are we?"

"I may be, but if you are busy I could always go to your hotel and wait for you…"

She sputters on the last few sips of her drink. She quickly looks around the eatery as if everyone can suddenly read her Omni-Tool and all eyes are on her.

She waves the waitress over and hands her credit chit, bypassing the quick look at the check. Charge whatever, lady. I just need to get the hell out of here before this damn Turian makes me make a fool of myself.

As her chit is being run, she looks back to her interface and decides to test him. "I don't know, I did have some errands I needed to run. I may take all day shopping before even being able to get back to my room."

She can just picture the smirk on his face with his next response. "That's fine, I can always ping you as I go along. Just to keep you aware of what you're missing."

"Oh yeah? And what might I miss?" She can't help her own smirk as she types.

"Your hotel has a better couch than mine, one that doesn't sink when you sit in it. It would be a great place to explore…possibilities. Too bad you won't be joining me."

The waitress returns and hands Jane her credit chit, which she accepts with a nod in thanks. Her Tool pings as she's heading out the door with another message. "It's a shame that after the whole day being uncomfortable in my armor thinking about you, I'll have to take care of it on my own."

He's been thinking about me all day? Just as quickly, another message comes in. "My hands aren't close to the feeling of yours, even if they can't wrap around me. Even better is being inside you."

Reading his messages, actually able to imagine him with her and knowing that she's been missing him as much as he seems to have been, she can't help the rush of heat that flows down her body.

She quickly decides that she needs to get off of the Ward, where anyone with a strong enough sense of smell can smell her, and to her hotel. Damn him if he's only teasing me, she swears.

She call a cab, sending him a ping once she's seated and on her way back. "I'm on my way, you had better be out of that damn armor when I get there, or so help me."

She can practically imagine his responding chuckle when he responds, "I would never dream on denying you…" but she loves the smart ass, stubbornly confident bastard too much to care.