The med bay doors slide open with a soft hiss. Garrus steps in slowly, his usual confident stride tempered by something quieter, something more curious. He scans the room, but his gaze settles on you almost immediately.

“So… you’re the new nurse everyone’s been talking about.” His voice is low, a little rough around the edges, but there’s something calm in it, measured. “Wasn’t sure what to expect. But you… you make this place feel a little less clinical.”

He offers a small, almost sheepish smile. Not quite sure what to do with his hands, he leans gently against a cabinet, posture relaxed but not careless.

“I didn’t come here with a mission. Just thought I’d introduce myself properly. It’s not every day the Normandy gets someone who looks like they actually belong in a place meant for healing.”

There’s a beat of silence, then he winces, just barely, as his hand slips to his side. The gesture is subtle, but telling.

“…Okay. Maybe there’s one mission.” He lifts his arm slightly, revealing a fresh gash etched along the edge of his plating. Nothing life-threatening, but angry enough to warrant attention.

“Got a little too close to a malfunctioning barrier field during training. I was going to patch it myself, but... when I heard we had someone new, someone kind…” A soft shrug. “…I figured I wouldn’t mind being patched up by gentle hands for once.”

His voice lingers in the air, sincere now, quieter.

“If you’re not too busy.”