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[ It kind of sounds like his bewilderment had embarrassed Garrus a bit there -- or at least made him feel a bit awkward. It's actually quite funny to see him explaining himself. Ed lets out a hum, almost sounding like the start of a chuckle, and his lips curl. He's smiling. ]

No. It makes sense -- you're thinking of everyone as usual, huh? [ He sounds fond. ]

Just set it down. This'll only take a second.

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Green. It's part of what we do.

[That, and it's part of what Garrus does, but it's a handy deflection. He sets the fiber down before straightening up and taking a step back just in case Ed needs room to work.]

That, and I like not being prepared. Know there's no way to be prepared for everything, but...

[Garrus shrugs.]

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Doesn't hurt to have rope. Especially since the CDC are really stingy with their basic supplies. [ paper for example????? why is it a rarity??? Ed claps his hands. ]

Do you want one long piece or a few shorter pieces? [ doesn't hurt to ask ]

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[It's a good question, though it's one he hadn't thought about.]

...How about two lengths? Just in case. Could help to have more than one, and then it'd be easier to tie two together than more if we needed it to run longer.

[It's strange what is and isn't provided. Garrus never knows what to expect as far as supplies go.]

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No problem. [ Honestly if Garrus needs it joined later, he can provided that service too. Alchemy is so convenient. Now that he has an idea what he wants to make, Ed lays his hands over the fibers. There's a blue glow that illuminates the room, electricity crackles.

When the glowing subsides, the fiber has now been threaded tightly into two ropes, each spanning several meters. ]

Here.

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[Seeing that happen is impressive. There's science to it, there has to be, but Garrus doesn't have any idea about how it works. He kneels down to pick up one of the ropes, feeling its weight and roughly calculating its strength. This will work. This will work well, even. The other gets picked up before Garrus stands.]

Thanks, Ed. Could really use this next planet. Probably. Or somehow we might be dropped with rope for everyone. You never know.

[It's not likely, but anything's possible with the CDC, he's found.]

Gonna take this back and get it stashed, unless you needed something?

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Uh, there's no way they'd be that generous. [ The lack of basic raw materials hurts Ed most, since he's an alchemist. ] They're stingy with all the basic stuff. They don't even have paper.

[ WELL PAPER IS MORE A PERSONAL PREFERENCE FOR HIM. ]

Nah, I'm good. I'll see you around?

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They don't. Sometimes I think if we could figure that out...

[Then again, it could be a way to limit what communication happened between recruits. Anything on the cuffs could be tracked, anything said could be listened in on. Anything written? Not as easy. But that's not a thought to be spoken.]

Thanks again, and yeah, you'll see me.

[With a nod, Garrus is heading back to his room, rope in hand.]