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I look around, unfamiliar with what these options really are, but deciding that a higher risk for a higher reward is preferable, it is the Turian way, after all. "I'd head to this 'Hoover Dam'," I declare. "It may be more dangerous, but, the chance of us getting out of this mess is higher as...

"Ah, well, Eezo, or Element Zero, has very advanced properties it's, not something you'd have an understanding of. As far as I can tell, aside from what I have, there isn't any Eezo on this entire planet." ((Alright, I'm out! Cya guys))

I lay down a few Proximity mines, assuring that I've already programmed them to only blow up for the crossed, and continue on. "I like leaving my own traps too, so... the crossed have their work cut out for them." ((Good point for me to stop as well, glad to be in the little group though!))

"Well, if I had the Eezo, I could make you a gun."

I generally try to quickly and accurately gun down the crossed I see, fortunately having Rand and Isaac to help keep close combat from being relevant.

I gesture to my rifle and say, "These handheld devices that propel pieces of metal out so fast it kill, and generally penetrates armor too, even if it takes a lot.

I follow Isaac, my weapon ready, killing any crossed ASAP. If anything gets closes, I have a nasty, superheated surprise up my sleeve, literally.

I look to Rand Al'Thor and say, "Uh, do you happen to know what a gun is?"

"Yeah, I've got this," I say, putting my helmet on and drawing my M-15 Vindicator. I also test my Omni-Blades, never know when I need to fight in close quarters... <--- M-15 Vindicator <--- Some Turian using Omni-Blades

I nod as Isaac explains, waiting until I'm asked a question to see anything.

I follow Isaac, sticking with him, feeling out of place around these other, much more different individuals, but still knowing that safety in numbers has always applied.

I nod and say, "That's a damn good strategy if I ever heard one, and you're right, mostly. Fluid contact with these crossed, though it probably won't make me one of them, can provoke an allergic reaction and either kill me, or make me very ill. But, I can handle taking the brunt of it all...

I nod, "Alright, works for me. So, do we have any kind of plan?"

"Garrus Vakarian. I've also used the alias Archangel, but, that's something more of my past to brag about. Also how I got these scars on my face... But, yes, you're correct, I've got a lot of years of experience and weeks of formal training."

I shrug. "Honestly, right now, I'm just looking to find someone I can count on. It's dangerous here, I need someone to have my back. The person who usually has it isn't here, so, I'm left to find someone else. Which, of course, isn't working, so I may just, disappear and find some safety."

I shrug, and walk away from the woman who hasn't responded, walking over to Isaac, leaving my weapons holstered. "No one to talk to?" I ask him. I'm easily taller than him, as I'm a Turian.

I notice a lone individual (GLaDOS) and decide to walk over, as she seems to be in the same boat as I am. "Hi, I'm Garrus Vakarian, and you are?"

I look around, still waiting for someone to even notice I entered the room. "Ah, typical... people ignoring me. Unless I start shooting at them, that get's attention, but, no one ever listens..."

I walk into the room, "Okay, what'd I miss?" I look around, searching for anyone to perhaps have a new discussion with. I figure that, though plenty of shit is going on outside, there's no reason to be unsociable, but actually should build bonds with the people around me, get to know them. If I...

I nod, and go sit down, keeping an eye on the crowd for now. I have my Vindicator in my lap, basically ready to fire. However, I'm not paying too much attention, and it even could look like I'm sleeping. ((I'm gonna head out here for now, seeya guys later))