Okay. Someone tell me I wasn't the only one who woke up to something shrieking outside his room this morning.

[Granted, it was just some birds fighting, but after everything that's happened, the turian is a little on edge.]

All right. I'll bite.

What's this 'party' supposed to be about, exactly?

[Not that he's thinking he'll go. Which may be obvious from the flat tone.]

Staff:

Turians don't like the cold. Did I ever mention that?

[Garrus has terrible handwriting. But there it is. He'll be in front of the fire, hating the world and indulging in a brief moment of sulking before picking back up again.]