[His reputation precedes him. Garrus is quiet aside from a quickly silenced grunt of pain as the burn kicks in, contemplating the salarian's words and actions. Doctor Solus clearly knows who he is. Or, at least, what Garrus is going by on the station. But the salarian's never been an ally of the mercs. He's fended them off, kept them from taking over the clinic or taking out any of his patients, and ushered Garrus back here before anyone else could figure out that it's Archangel who has just stumbled in.
There's a tiny bit of relaxation in Garrus' posture as he processes this info and accepts the pills. It's alright. The salarian knows, and it's still alright. And while the pain's not unbearable, and is even at the edge of something he could certainly go for under other circumstances, Garrus swallows the pills.
The almost-question gets a snort.]
As if we'd let any of them get away. It was slavers again, this time after the runaway population. And the ones that didn't show up to the ambush are gonna be seeking revenge, so I'm not sure how I'm gonna be avoiding fire fights.
[He can't send his people in and not be there with them. They're a team.]
I'll do my best, and I'm glad nothing's seriously messed up, but we're gonna have trouble headed our way in a day or two here. Soon as they get organized.
[And if the mercs were smart, they'd go and get the Blue Suns involved. Some of those slaves had been intended for the Suns. That'd mean more firepower for these remnants, and it could be a more complicated fight. But Garrus' squad would take care of them.]
Keep an eye out for the Suns. They're gonna be on edge here.
[The loss of a few slaves isn't going to really trip up the Suns, but they'd probably be a bit more touchy for a few days.]
What do I--ugh.
[He'd been stupid and hopped back up to his feet as if he'd be fine. Not even Chakwas was ever that fast. Garrus puts a hand out to stabilize himself as the blood loss decides to make itself known again and he blinks back the spots in his vision.]
ooh la la~
There's a tiny bit of relaxation in Garrus' posture as he processes this info and accepts the pills. It's alright. The salarian knows, and it's still alright. And while the pain's not unbearable, and is even at the edge of something he could certainly go for under other circumstances, Garrus swallows the pills.
The almost-question gets a snort.]
As if we'd let any of them get away. It was slavers again, this time after the runaway population. And the ones that didn't show up to the ambush are gonna be seeking revenge, so I'm not sure how I'm gonna be avoiding fire fights.
[He can't send his people in and not be there with them. They're a team.]
I'll do my best, and I'm glad nothing's seriously messed up, but we're gonna have trouble headed our way in a day or two here. Soon as they get organized.
[And if the mercs were smart, they'd go and get the Blue Suns involved. Some of those slaves had been intended for the Suns. That'd mean more firepower for these remnants, and it could be a more complicated fight. But Garrus' squad would take care of them.]
Keep an eye out for the Suns. They're gonna be on edge here.
[The loss of a few slaves isn't going to really trip up the Suns, but they'd probably be a bit more touchy for a few days.]
What do I--ugh.
[He'd been stupid and hopped back up to his feet as if he'd be fine. Not even Chakwas was ever that fast. Garrus puts a hand out to stabilize himself as the blood loss decides to make itself known again and he blinks back the spots in his vision.]
Uh. Owe. What do I owe you?
[He's totally fine.]