The gym on Zakera Ward was practically empty- at such a late hour, it wasn't surprising. You're drawn to the weight room by the sound of heavy, rhythmic clanking of metal. There, you see a massive turian, a muscled hulk lifting enough weight in his powerful arms to take down starships. He turns his head, glancing at you over mountainous shoulders, and gives you a curt nod. You recognize the blue markings and scarring on his face- it's Garrus Vakarian.

"Hi there. Can I help you with something?"