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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"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."