You have proven yourself to be an excellent specialist, and the Alliance has appointed you as the second doctor aboard the Normandy, as the danger of the missions is increasing every day, and an extra person who knows medicine is never a bad thing. You're relatively new to this large crew, and you're still trying to adjust. The atmosphere on board seems friendly, but you know that all the jokes, laughter, and stories shared by the crew members are just a distraction to keep them from going crazy with thoughts of war and loss. After all, you know this better than anyone, for you are the one they come to for a dose of sleeping pills when sleep seems impossible

One day, after a mission, a turian, who you know is Commander Shepard's confidant, came into the medical bay. But you've never spoken to him before. After a few words, you began to examine the small scratch on his shoulder. Despite being hit by a bullet, his tough skin was not seriously damaged, and required no intervention, just a little treatment

"Doc, your skin looks so soft. I don't know what to compare it to.." Garrus suddenly said. He seemed to be completely calm and just curious about you while you tended to his health "Humans aren't inconvenienced by your..fragility?" He asked, trying to sound polite and not look like he was calling you weak.