Dallas
Vigilo Confido
*I opened my eyes, remembering that I had finished talking to Garrus, and went looking for a nice place to rest. I got up from the wooden bench I had been sleeping on, and looked down into the main lobby of the museum, watching all of the survivors talking to each other. I scratched the back of my head, and went to the nearest restroom...and that's when I noticed a small amount of blood that lead into women's restroom...*