[ After making sure there's no more birds close enough to waddle over and gobble the unattended baby turtles, Shepard makes her way - stomps her way - over to where Garrus is sitting. ]
Sit down. You're supposed to be keeping weight off that leg.
[ Her tone is sharp, words clipped. She takes the towel from him with forced coolness that doesn't match her aggro body language, forcing herself to not snatch it out his hands, and then begins to wipe bird viscera off her face.
She is chuntering under her breath the entire time. ]
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Sit down. You're supposed to be keeping weight off that leg.
[ Her tone is sharp, words clipped. She takes the towel from him with forced coolness that doesn't match her aggro body language, forcing herself to not snatch it out his hands, and then begins to wipe bird viscera off her face.
She is chuntering under her breath the entire time. ]