"Yeah, we did. A few times, in fact." Three different tours of galaxy saving nonsense. Well, two and a half. The current one was still a toss-up. Actually, should he even be counting the hunt for Saren? That ship... that hadn't made it. Among other things. "Our timelines don't quite match up. She's more than six months behind me."
On some levels, he's grateful for that. She hadn't seen her homeworld burn yet. Or his.
At the reminder of falling into other domains, he grimaces, all the plates on his face flexing with the motion. "Yeah, good point. Right then."
He moves to the consoles as well. Typing in the codes that should patch in the navigation screens to his own. Should - if they were actually aboard the Normandy. But that's what counts here, right? Intent. Envisioning. All that weird brain crap. And, thankfully, it does work. Garrus steps to one side, as a display blossoms to life, a miniature version of the Milky Way. Helpful markers popping up to mark major Relays, systems and homeworlds.
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On some levels, he's grateful for that. She hadn't seen her homeworld burn yet. Or his.
At the reminder of falling into other domains, he grimaces, all the plates on his face flexing with the motion. "Yeah, good point. Right then."
He moves to the consoles as well. Typing in the codes that should patch in the navigation screens to his own. Should - if they were actually aboard the Normandy. But that's what counts here, right? Intent. Envisioning. All that weird brain crap. And, thankfully, it does work. Garrus steps to one side, as a display blossoms to life, a miniature version of the Milky Way. Helpful markers popping up to mark major Relays, systems and homeworlds.
"There we go..."