The recorder wavers. Something coming through he can't quite hear. Even if he tilts his head slightly to one side - trying to track it while his eyes move back and forth between the device and the room around them. You hear that? He frowns, venturing: "Someone speak-"
Footsteps.
He jerks to a halt. Jaw snapping shut so fast he's surprised he doesn't hear it click. The device dropped into its pouch, hands grasping for his crossbow. He doesn't fire. Keeps it steady, level. Ready. It wouldn't do to open fire on some poor soul just cleaning. So he waits for the signal. Waits for the darkness to clear.
Maybe he should have taken the damn eyedrops. He'll buy Dean a drink to make up for it.
The light blazes up, and the things clustered at the end of the hall glow in waxy, pallid brilliance. One or two of them even waver ever so slightly, as if the sudden intrusion of light caught them mid-motion. They stare back sightlessly, but Garrus swears he can hear whispering.
no subject
Footsteps.
He jerks to a halt. Jaw snapping shut so fast he's surprised he doesn't hear it click. The device dropped into its pouch, hands grasping for his crossbow. He doesn't fire. Keeps it steady, level. Ready. It wouldn't do to open fire on some poor soul just cleaning. So he waits for the signal. Waits for the darkness to clear.
Maybe he should have taken the damn eyedrops. He'll buy Dean a drink to make up for it.
The light blazes up, and the things clustered at the end of the hall glow in waxy, pallid brilliance. One or two of them even waver ever so slightly, as if the sudden intrusion of light caught them mid-motion. They stare back sightlessly, but Garrus swears he can hear whispering.
"... Oh what the hell is this."