Garrus entered the room and smiled. "Commander Trab," he said. "It's good to see you."
"Likewise, Garrus." I couldn't help but grin like a madman. His presence seemed to do that to me these days. "How have your calibrations been going? Any progress?"
"Actually, Commander..." he paused. "That's what I need to talk to you about. I need your help."
"Sure, Garrus," I said. "What do you need? Weapons logs? Additional parts from the Citadel?"
"Er, no." His gaze dropped from my face and he stared at the floor, suddenly awkward and tense. "What needs calibrating...is actually in my pants."
I stared at him, alarmed at his forward approach. Despite this, I felt something stirring inside the deepest parts of me....