Perhaps, in time, [Garrus] can trust [the Archangel team] enough to let [Jai] stay without him while he joins Nihlus in hunting down Cydian and her Nocturni.
“They seem to be taking to her quite well,” he hears Nihlus say quietly over the comm and Garrus can’t help but to rumble in agreement.
“It’s better you let her do the talking, then.” Shifting to get a better resting position with his new armor, he leans over the railing of the catwalk he’s chosen, glancing directly below at the passing crowds of the Kima district. “Get her attention and get out of there.”
“Less exposure means less time to get suspicious,” Nihlus says, clearly understanding Garrus’ reasoning and concern. “Good idea. Meet us at Afterlife. I’m taking her through a different route than directly across the bridge like we came in.”
Garrus chuckles, knowing the man’s desire to keep to the normal routine Garrus had explained his team is used to. When not anticipating staying at the base, Garrus comes in one way, passes on his orders, and often leaves another way. It’s better to throw off any possible tails that way and his team just seemed to have accepted his admitted paranoia. It’d only stand out to them if Nihlus broke that unusual security measure with- of all things – a stranger at his side.
Waving Jai over, Nihlus tilts his head slightly towards the back of the apartment Garrus’ team has taken over. “We should go.” Sensat holds up a finger to interrupt, but Nihlus hums and holds up his hand to the salarian team member. “I have to get Shepard back to the clinic and return my watch. I’m charting patterns in merc movements around the clinic, trying to put together a pattern we can work with.”
Garrus thrums, impressed, and speaks lowly though he knows only Nihlus can hear. “Nice cover.”
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