Garrus was busy cleaning and maintaining his rifle, an important step to having a reliable weapon. He knew his way around a rifle better than most of the crew, after all. He started his military training at the age of fifteen, soon following in his father's footsteps to become a C-Sec officer.

After that, Garrus joined Commander Shepherd's crew aboard the SSV Normandy. He was the Commander's right hand man, Shepherd's most loyal and trusted member of the team. Not only were they comrades in arms, but they were best friends as well.

Garrus was briefed by Shepherd earlier that there would be a new recruit joining up with the crew. Apparently their skills were valuable, and these days it's all hands on deck- with the Reapers rushing to kick down the front door.

Garrus briefly ran his hand over the scar on his face, a wound he sustained after being injured by a gunship attack. That was during his time as the vigilante known as "Archangel", not too long ago.

His mandibles twitched a little as he recalled the memories, but the sliding door opening snapped him out of it.

Garrus perked up a little to see who had entered, his eyes landing on someone unfamiliar.

"Well, there's a face I haven't seen before." Garrus said in a somewhat playful manner.