Javik growls, less at the Turian than the situation. He can still hear, distantly, the sounds of movement. Some mechanical, others less so. It is disconcerting, and that makes him angrier. Anger, that was easy.
"Take your time," he says. It is very clear he does not mean it. It is not long, however, before the thin light of his communication device pulls back the darkness. It is not much, but his eyes had already begun to adapt to the black, so he can see the outline of the room and the edges of the Turian's face. Too smug.
"I pity your species. Come, we should see how far this darkness goes."
He trusts himself to move through the lounge, although he keeps his feet almost on the ground. The steps are awkward and shuffling but he trusts the Turian will not mention this.
The door is shut, but they are far from the exterior of the ship, and he is pretty sure- "Help me with this door, I think we can open it."
There's a chance. If not, they would have to look for something to pry it with, with luck they would find something before the light on the communicator died.
He skips the jab, rolling straight into jamming his fingers (or attempting to, anyway) in the slight crack between sealed sliding doors. One additional second spent tucking the comm into his pocket before the other hand follows suit.
"So tell me--" his sentence breaking with a low grunt, muscles going taut from effort. "ever had any awkward situations with the whole 'hand scanner' thing, because I feel like that could get real ugly real fast."
The light from Garrus's communicator does not reveal much this close up, less when it is in his pocket. It flicks back and forth across the doorway as they pull, straining against the gears of the door.
"Less than you might think Turian, to us it is as natural as breathing. Far more often it is a boon."
The door remains stubborn and fixed, and he can feel weakness in his fingers, damn them, "However, we have difficulty with dishonesty. Other, lesser races, sometimes found us to be," he growls a little, leans his body weight back, "blunt."
With that his fingers slipped, causing him to elbow Garrus firmly in the chest and leaving him more frustrated than before, "We do not have time for this! We must find a way to open this door."
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"Take your time," he says. It is very clear he does not mean it. It is not long, however, before the thin light of his communication device pulls back the darkness. It is not much, but his eyes had already begun to adapt to the black, so he can see the outline of the room and the edges of the Turian's face. Too smug.
"I pity your species. Come, we should see how far this darkness goes."
He trusts himself to move through the lounge, although he keeps his feet almost on the ground. The steps are awkward and shuffling but he trusts the Turian will not mention this.
The door is shut, but they are far from the exterior of the ship, and he is pretty sure- "Help me with this door, I think we can open it."
There's a chance. If not, they would have to look for something to pry it with, with luck they would find something before the light on the communicator died.
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"So tell me--" his sentence breaking with a low grunt, muscles going taut from effort. "ever had any awkward situations with the whole 'hand scanner' thing, because I feel like that could get real ugly real fast."
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"Less than you might think Turian, to us it is as natural as breathing. Far more often it is a boon."
The door remains stubborn and fixed, and he can feel weakness in his fingers, damn them, "However, we have difficulty with dishonesty. Other, lesser races, sometimes found us to be," he growls a little, leans his body weight back, "blunt."
With that his fingers slipped, causing him to elbow Garrus firmly in the chest and leaving him more frustrated than before, "We do not have time for this! We must find a way to open this door."