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Although the atmosphere of the Special Weapons division of the ship wasn't exactly the nicest place to go in the wake of a nightmare, it was still comforting in a way, being surrounded by so much technology. He'd spent a lot of time calibrating and modifying weapons and tinkering with the Mako on the Normandy. It was easy to lose himself in the work to the point where the background practically disappeared. The vaguely creepy atmosphere didn't bother him. He barely even noticed it.

He'd cleared the dust off one of the desks, laid down his gear, and got to work. His omni-tool lit up over the blast-scarred armor laying on the table, holographic schematics hovering above his outstretched hand. Somewhat satisfied with the results (there would always be room for improvement when it came to armor), he moved on to his M-92 Mantis sniper rifle, making sure everything was up to his standards. Sure, the Viper had a much better rate of fire and a more efficient cooling system, but there was nothing quite like the classics. The rifle had served him well on Omega, and it wouldn't do to not take care of it in turn.

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Garrus couldn't help but laugh at the suicide comment. "True enough. We've been on enough impossible missions against horrendous odds to last a lifetime." Garrus trusted Shepard with his life and would follow her into hell itself, but the assault on the Collector base was more stressful than he would ever let on. Going after Saren had been entirely different. Exciting, even. But with the Collectors it had been hammered home again and again just how dangerous the mission would be, how powerful their enemies were, how likely it was that none of them would come back from it. They'd had days to dwell on what was to come.

The atmosphere here was much the same.

Garrus was a man of action. He hated all of this waiting.

The omni-tool glowed brightly as he began inspecting the weapon's mass accelerator, listening to Tali continue. "No one is allowed to touch anything?" he asked incredulously. The scarred side of his mouth twitched. "Every body needs a helping hand sometimes."

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“Not that I’ve seen yet. I know one technologically inclined human was rather swiftly chastised when he attempted to access one of the systems. I’ve yet to explore this Neuropathy area, though I hold little hope. It may well only be a series of word puzzles to assist in mental flexibility, at this point.”

She shook her head slightly, frustrated beyond articulation at the entire situation. On board the Normandy she had been primarily below decks, only on rare occasion venturing forth with Shepard and the rest, but she had still been needed. For the first time in her life Tali was unnecessary, was simply taking up space.

It grated on her more than she thought possible.

“You do sound like Shepard,” she couldn’t help but add. “I will be expecting inspirational speeches next.”