[not quite like old times]

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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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Jack's desk is a cluttered, messy place nearer the front of Special Weapons. There are at least five projects in various stages of completion and identifiability scattered in pieces across it. He likes it that way, it makes him hard to tell what he's working on at any given time.

Today, it appears to be some kind of robotic arm. It may or may not have to do with the half-finished chassis sitting off to one side. He can't close it up until he's got both the limbs functional.

Jack's been making a bit of noise this whole time but hasn't said anything, or even really looked up.

He powers up the arm, to test its movement. Unfortunately, the hand has worked its way under a small switch-

"Fore!" Jack yells, ducking as the arm flings the part through the air in Garrus' direction.

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There are a lot of aspects of human culture of which Garrus is completely unaware. He doesn't understand why everyone says the PS10 doesn't have any games, despite the fact it is clearly a game system and has quite the line up. Pop culture references, especially those from old vids, go completely over his head. Even something as simple as a snow day was foreign to him -- Palaven was a warm planet, and there wasn't any real weather on Citadel Station.

So when someone yelled "Fore!" at him, Garrus wasn't going to duck or get out of the way. He was going to turn around, see why someone was yelling about numbers, and subsequently catch a switch with his face.

The little piece bounced off one of his mandibles and clattered to the floor. He stared at it for one long moment picked it up, and then looked back at the human who had apparently thrown it.

"What was that for?"

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"I didn't throw it, it's not my fault you didn't duck," says Jack, sitting up again. Most people would say "sorry", but Jack's the Prince of Darkness, not the King of Manners.

It's a testament to how long he's been awake on Stacy that Garrus' appearance doesn't seem to weird him out too much, though he does stare at his scars a little bit.