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[Tali's sane enough at the moment to call Garrus on his BS, luckily.]

What are you getting at? This isn't helping.

I'm not getting at anything.

I was testing your reflexes.

By the way, you failed.

...

[Dammit Garrus]

I'll just have to turn on the wires next time.

[SMIRKING MCSMIRK]

Or you can finish up and get some shut-eye.

I said I'll get sleep once I'm done here.

And I'm saying 'being done here' means once you're done with this console and not with the whole med bay.

I'm not going to be able to sleep if I don't get what I want to done...

I'll take care of what's left in the med bay once you've finished this console. It's got nothing to do with the drive core, so I won't screw it up.

But-

[She wants to argue, but can't, knowing that Garrus can in fact handle this just fine.]

...[/sigh]

Alright, I'll go to bed after this.

Sounds good.

[Implied: Garrus will be making sure of that 8|]

[Already she's thinking of escape plans. Is there any maintenance shaft that she can fit into that Garus can't...?]

[In the meantime she'll finish up the console. The medi-gel dispensers should be online once she's done.]

[If there's any maintenance shaft that can withstand the collective girth of their hips, it only exists in legends]

[Garrus doesn't babysit her while she works-- he knows that if anyone ever did that to him while he was in the battery, it'd drive him nuts. So he tinkers with a couple of other things in the room instead, keeping an eye out for any sign of her finishing.]

[When he does realize it, he taps her shoulder and jerks his head towards the door]

Ready?

[Damn. He caught her just in time. The fatigue is finally starting to catch up with her, though. Actually following Garrus's advice sounded like a good idea, but she still doesn't want to.]

[Because that would bean Garrus was right, and she can't have that. Petty, yes, but petty is about as good as one can be after several days with minimal sleep.]

...Yeah.

[She closes the panel and stands up, pausing for a bit to try to find some delaying tactic.]

Can I make sure it works, first?

[Garrus here is completely unsuspecting to any delay tactic]

[gdit Tali]

Sure. Need me to do anything to help?

Yes, go to the medi-gel dispenser and see if it works. I want to make sure I entered the pressure correctly.

[This might be where the problems start. In her tiredness, she may have entered something like 300 psi instead of, say, 30.]

All right. Just give me a sec.

[And poor, unwitting Garrus saunters on over to the dispenser, where he expects a vial of the stuff to pop out into his hand, all safe and warm]

[Nope]

[Instead he has a split second before he doubles over, feeling as though he's been kicked in the stomach]

[Which he kind of has]

[Tali heard the impact before she saw what happened, but it was still far funnier than it had any right to be. Again, blame the lack of sleep.]

[So instead of closing the panels, she's doubled over as well, only laughing instead of being in pain.]

[IF HE COULD BREATHE HE'D YELL AT YOU]

[BUT HE CAN'T]

[YOU ASSHOLE]

[Yeah give her a minute to calm down.]

S-sorry... [he he] I'll fix it...

[Garrus is going to just keep on bracing himself against the wall with one arm while he tries to catch his breath]

[With his free hand, he's also going to flick at the tip of a mandible at her. Basically the turian way of giving someone the finger]

[And that... only makes her crack up more.]

[She still does manage to fix the problem, though.]

[Oh]

[Oh good]

[Everything's fixed]

[And Garrus can move now]

[His first order of business? GENTLY whapping Tali right on the side of the head. Helmet. Thing.]

[Thunnnnnnng.]

[To be fair, she had it coming.]

It was an accident, I swear. Just an extra zero.

Uh-huh. Right.

[He places a hand in the middle of her back and starts guiding her towards the door]

C'mon. Bedtime. Before you actually kill me.

[She doesn't have the strength at the moment to resist, but that doesn't mean the snark ends there.]

Can't I try one more time? I want to see the look on Mordin's face when the autopsy shows you were killed with medi-gel.

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