@codenamearchangel / ♡’d for a starter !
There's something to be said for the rest of the crew TRYING to get Jack to play nice with them. They all have to be a cohesive team, to work together and be able to rely on each other ; especially when nobody's ever sure who will be out in the field on a team, doing whatever needs to be done. Regardless of everyone's issues, they just have to work well together.
Jack doesn't work well with anyone. She's been trying to get better at it recently, but she still doesn't really — trust easily. If nothing else, she at least kind of trusts, vaguely, that the rest of the crew aren't going to try to stab her in her sleep or something. It's just hard to open up, more than anything, even though she knows she probably SHOULD be sharing more with people. If they don't know anything about her, how are they supposed to stop feeling on edge around her ?
She's sitting in one of the common areas, just sort of staring at the wall, almost hoping nobody else walks in ... when somebody else walks in. She looks up at Garrus with energy akin to an overly nervous, aggressive rescue dog. While the dislike of having her space encroached on is there, she's trying to violently beat it back. The effort's clear on her face, or she hopes it is.
" ... Hey. " Fuck, she hates this. She even SOUNDS all stilted and awkward. Literally just being a normal Goddamn person is impossible for someone like her. " How's it ... going ? " ( Jesus. Just open the airlock and throw me out, holy shit. )
