#torifics

[444namesplus]

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[fruityyamenrunner]

they're just telling you that thanks to their arts degree they can put off the torification process for thirty or forty years

what with the way things are going, and given the plummeting value of one on the market, it might even put it off forever (can't become a tory if you don't ever get any property or money or anything to conserve 🧠)

[cantarella-s]

the torification of my poor self

[stray-tori]

Until Death - Chapter 7

[sugaryoats]

Look at my pretty girl!!!!

[kirabasai]

YEAH that makes sense i think. personally i never finished watching naruto after the chuunin exams arc so my knowledge is quite spotty LMAO.

i THINK he at least had 1 eye before the massacre? kagami's? that MAY be fanon though.

tora noticing the blank spot of chakra in danzo's head and being like that one meme audio "thas suspicious... thas weird...".

if tora ever learns that danzo has kagami's eye i imagine it would be a huge wave of inexplicable rage washing over him. he's not sure WHY it angers him as much as it does, it's almost foreign. all he knows is that this man has been upgraded to "old guy that's a dumbass bitch" to "Needs To Die Immediately"

all this thoughts of danzo and kagami, tobirama's old students, just reminded me of ANOTHER old student who i believe tora would 100% vibe w: akimichi torifu.

i actually know nothing abt him SPECIFICALLY but he's an old man and an akimichi, which means i can picture him like my kurdish grandma feeding and stuffing food into anybody that crosses the doors of his home (or maybe restaurant? gonna go with restaurant i think i like that better)

tora absolutely LOVES the old guy at this akimichi restaurant. he's his no1, his homie. he complains abt dumb ppl all the time to this old guy who owns the restaurant. he's tora's teuchi. he goes there all the time and is on first name basis to him.

"wanna get something to eat?"

"yeah sure, where?"

"i was thinking akimichi torif—"

"for FUCK'S SAKE TOR—"

its a whole thing. it's like ichiraku's for him except he isn't having a diet of solely ramen and he's also partially going there to talk shit and gossip with an old man he just Vibes With for whatever reason.

recently, i've started to see things where tobirama is reincarnated as sakura or is sakura's "inner", which is really interesting. could i get your take on this?

Unfortunatley I don't actually know much ab Sakura's inner! I learned naruto lore via fanfiction (never actually touched any canon media, oops) and have only actually read like 3 Sakura centric ones, I straight up didn't even know Sakura had a multiple personality(?) thing going for her till a few months ago (and boy wasn't that a surprise)

I think Tobirama being reincarnated as her could be p fun!! But also I think I'd be more interested in telling a story where he just straight up reincarnated as someone not existing in canon, if only bc then he could also interact WITH Sakura instead of just being her

I find that a lot of stories that try to give Sakura agency just kind of toss her entire character out the window and start from scratch, which is fun and valid! But it's more fun for me to make direct, uncomfortable eyecontact w canon her and find increasingly stupid or chaotic ways to fast track that whole "character development" thing or at least find ways to explain why she's Like That(tm)

So yeah I don't have toooo much interest in Tobirama reincarnating as specifically Sakura or her inner, but I could be into a story where he just reincarnates in proximity to her and then see how they bounce off of eachother. Maybe as a sibling? That could be cool

If he's born a girl we can zap em with the trans beam on top of the body dismorphia of suddenly being a whole child, that could be interesting. The blatant sexism of naruto canon could also make for an interesting plotline if we want to actually get into that

I kind of like the idea of him not actually remembering his previous life, at least not in full. Maybe he has weird dreams sometimes, maybe he looks at photos of the Nidaime and gets weird feelings of dejavu.

I suddenly have a very specific mental image of him getting a scar on his cheek, where one of his tattoos used to be, and just staring in a mirror afterwards at this super weird feeling of dejavu mixed w a sensation of it not being right mixed w just general body dismorphia and aw fuck why does he feel like he's both a little more right and further from himself than he's ever been?

Anyways would he be born younger or older than Sakura? Older brother him is just super overprotective, often suffering from nightmares of sensing as Sakura and some unnamed "other sibling" of his dies. It could also mean he can interact with Itachi actually, maybe they can be emotionally stunted baby genius friends or smthn

But younger sibling him could make for a surprisingly compelling parallel with Sakura and Hashirama! Especially w how Sakura later goes on to train with Tsunade n stuff

Part of me wants to say he's still names Tobirama for simplicitys sake, he can just be named after the Nidaime or smthn. But also that feels a bit cheap even if it is easier, so at least for now we'll name him Tora

Him and cat Tora can square off for name rights idk

Tora speaking oddly formally for a civilian, and having the kind of respect for your elders that come from being a second son in an elder run clan in ancient Japan. He has an awful time trying to form emotional attachments with people, including but especially his parents, who for some reason never really felt like his

But also him having a super easy time being attached to his new little sister Sakura, who he refuses to see anything bad happen to ever

So Tora and Sakura's parents being like suuper traditional, which is why Sakura is Like That when it comes to boys (she's constantly being told she needs to find a man to take care of her) Tora acts as a good figure and role model in her life, so while she's still interested in romance like canon she isn't AS boy crazy and can do a bit of thinking for herself.

And then we can get some fun conflict between Tora and his parents, who unfortunatley don't get the whole trans thing and constantly insist he needs to either drop the shinobi thing and find a husband, or if he does keep going at the shinobi thing, use it to find a husband there then drop it

Yeah he's not doing either of those things.

(they find out he's friends w the Uchiha clan heir and immediatley get weird about it, all glowing with pride that he's "attracting such good potential husbands" n stuff (Tora is PISSED))

Anyways Tora being just alarmingly good at literally any jutsu Tobirama invented. Like, ALARMINGLY good. He has that first life muscle memory, which unfortunatley is NOT a valid alibi and he's about to get his ass beat for seeming to have reverse engineered secret jutsus he shouldn't be able to know.

It isn't HIS fault that just glancing at the flying thunder god technique that one time was apparently enough for him to instinctively understand how to use it!!! Maybe this "Tobirama" guy should have just been better at making his jutsu harder to understand, this is clearly not his fault

He manages to help avoid the Uchiha massacre by being friends with Itachi, the two of them both graduating early and at the same ages, joining the same team and then ANBU together and so on.

Tora being really strong and graduating early and all that only further motivating Sakura to be a super strong shinobi, just like her big brother! Maybe she and Sasuke can even bond or have met earlier through Itachi and Tora's friendship.

Sakura and Sasuke childhood friends agreeing to try and graduate early together just like their older siblings. Not really into sasusaku but Ill say Sakura can keep her crush on him but be actually normal about it via exposure plus maybe some boy advice from Tora (he's a shinobi, so if you really want to charm him, you'll have to beat him first)

She can maybe lose it with time (and exposure to him being a dumb cringe fail kid w his brother still around) and maybe go kiss Ino idk

Anyways, Tora and Itachi friendship. Shisui is also there!! (Love that guy)

They're dynamic is just emotionally suppressed bastard (thinks hes better than you) + emotionally suppressed bastard (knows hes better than you) + upbeat guy smiling at you as he holds a gun to your head

Shisui and Tora take turns driving the car as Itachi sits in the back seat peacefully eating some applesauce (he's just happy to be here)

They're gonna blow up the hokage tower for the good of the people 👍

They're on an ANBU team w Kakashi and Tenzo and forget about going grey, they're gonna make Kakashi's hair straight up fall out from the stress

Maybe Tora can move out of his parents house the first chance he gets, and then whatever place he manages to find can be a little safe place for Itachi. Itachi accidentally ends up almost moving in w him as things at home get worse and worse w the coup. He just stays over more and more and doesn't want to return home

Circling back to the "Tora instinctivley knows how to navigate Tobirama's seals/techniques" the most terrifying point of the story is when he sees Naruto's jinchuriki seal and realizes he knows how to mess with it

Uh oh!! Shouldn't have that information!!

Anyways take some doodles

(Danzo is "that jackass who won't let me look at the nidaime's old research" and Tora has a GRUDGE.)

[dearophelia]

this mercy has no boundaries [victoria ryder]

this mercy has no boundaries [victoria ryder]

“Ah, Dr. Ryder. Was told you were coming.”

Tori stands and extends her hand in greeting. “Dr. Solus, it’s nice to meet you.”

He shakes her hand. “Heard good things. Reyat speaks highly of you.”

Smiling, she follows him into the clinic’s back room. “He was a good student. Jaëto Immunology is lucky to have him.”

Dr. Solus blinks. “Thought he studied obstetrics under you.”

“He did. We’ve both changed focus.”

“Yes. Trauma.” He gestures for her to sit. “Need trauma specialist.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

He narrows his eyes and Tori resists the urge to squirm. She gets the feeling that he knows exactly why she’s here and knows it has nothing to do with needing a job. He’s read her resume, knows she had a perfectly good and fulfilling job running Gagarin’s second trauma team. Blissfully, he doesn’t say anything about that.

“Credentials hold up,” he says, reviewing a datapad presumably displaying said resume. “Certifications in place and current. Xeno trauma experience?”

“All known species.” It’s on her resume, but he’s quizzing her, making sure she didn’t make that bit up.

“Volus and elcor? Vorcha? Quarian? Batarian?”

“All known species,” she interjects before he can list them all. She has less experience with vorcha and batarians, but enough. More than most human doctors. Gagarin’s one of only a few hospitals outside the Citadel or homeworld systems equipped to treat more than the Council species.

He makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat. “Excellent! When can you start?”

Her getting the job was never in question, but still Tori feels a wave of relief. “Today.” She really has nothing else to do. Her apartment came furnished and she didn’t bring much more than a weekend bag. Everything else she’s bought new and is either already here or on its way. Part of getting a new life – getting new stuff. She’s trying boots this time. Fewer dresses.

“Good. Will have you run graveyard team. Go home. Sleep. Omega at night is,” he inhales, “busy.”

An alarm triggers and Dr. Solus’ eyes flick to the screen showing the incoming details. He reads the brief and then looks back to her. “Unless you would like to start now?” He turns the screen toward her.

Tori whistles low. Three-body shootout in the Kima district, which doesn’t have its own clinic. One quarian down, two vorcha. As she’s reading, two more bodies appear on the list – a turian and a krogan. She’ll learn about dispatch protocol later and who actually brings patients to the clinic, but for right now, “I’ll take the krogan. Might need a stool, though.”

Dr. Solus grins and leads her to the back trauma bays. “Welcome aboard, Ryder.”

[gold-gristlechewer]

(i think they’re right) (my grub scars look way too perfect) (its oddly unsettling)

Another Shirtless Saturday, another troll chest for you all to ogle at, courtesy of Sepher!

[the-dead-session]

[trollian-tarot]

Finally finished my soldier boys...

From left to right: my Final Fantasy troll, Sepher, The Star himself, Caelus, and my God Eater troll, Coeles, all geared up and ready for action!

[444names]

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[queerlyhalloween]

can we at least finish counting the votes before torification starts taking place 🙄

[only2style]

How much is your anonymity ?!

Foreword

The debate over whether real online anonymity exists continues to rage on the Internet. Some argue that there is, others - that "you will be found in any case if they really want to." If my opinion is interesting, then I tend to believe that there is real anonymity. But it costs too much (and it's not just about the money), and few are willing to pay for it.

Anonymous OS

At this point, everything is more or less clear, there are, fortunately, enough specialized operating systems - the most popular are T.A.I.L.S. and Whonix, the lesser known Subgraph OS, Kodachi and Heads. There are also "semi-anonymous" solutions, such as Parrot Security, which comes preinstalled with the Anonsurf torification plugin.

All of them are built on the same principle - complete  of all system traffic, which excludes any data leaks, since either all machine traffic is wrapped in a torus (as the anon surf module does), or all traffic is cut off and selected. the applications are still wrapped in a torus (as implemented in TAILS). From this moment, as a rule, young anonymous people begin to build their anonymity on the network. And, unfortunately, they arrive at the same point, which, of course, is a fatal mistake.

Using complex financial schemes

This point is already being observed by some. Yes, many people use crypto for money laundering, but they are firmly convinced that if they accept payment for something in bitcoins or transfer the same dollars to bitcoins when withdrawing, then they already anonymize their shadow financial flows.

Bitcoins have never been anonymous and will never be anonymous. If only because any newbie, knowing the address of the wallet, can drive him into a search in the blockchain and track it until he gets tired of all the transactions in it. And also transactions on his "counterparties" - the wallets from which he received payment, and the wallets to which they were made from him. Yes, there is such a topic as mixers. But most of the sources on the net claim that the mixers make it difficult to monitor only "manually", that is, when someone is sitting and viewing the history of cats on the blockchain in a browser. They are useless for monitoring software, so they can be categorized as "slightly anonymous" VPN-like services. In fact, complex schemes, such as transferring bitcoins to Monero or ZEC with Z-addresses and the chain of transactions in these opaque crypts, use units before subsequent withdrawal.

Correct networking habits

Using an anonymous operating system has one internal problem. Gives a false sense of impunity and calmness, from which a person becomes less attentive, alert and judicious. Not realizing that online anonymity goes far beyond the network, beginners begin to make unforgivable mistakes, viewing the anonymous system as a kind of magic pill, condescension that will forgive them all sins without exception. Correct habits such as: 1. Do not download anything from the Internet. 2. After downloading something from the Internet, do not run it while connected to the Internet. 3. Visit the required minimum of sites in an anonymous session. 4. Keep track of the opening and closing timings of instant messengers and account logins. 5. Monitor the timings of network connections and network activity, for example, do not turn on the modem only while working in messengers, etc. forms in itself very few young and not very anonymous.

No broken accounts

From that moment on, everything is already quite complicated. A false sense of confidence from the technical side of the defense gives young anonymous people the hope that they can eat fish on easy, that is, twirl shadow things in the torus, and at the same time throw out their  and show all kinds  on Instagram, along the way their boobs comic

But the only guaranteed protection against cross-posting is when a potential adversary collects all your  into a torus, and then looks for matches in clear nets - do not write anything and anywhere, except for a work account. Alternatively, when you feel like posting in a different vein, with a different style in your work account and clearance, it's a little over 100% likely to fail in the long run. Well, it is impossible to constantly write both there, and there, and nowhere it is not repeated, neither in words, nor in punctuation marks, nor in typos, nor in the number of letters per hundred and other parameters that I do not even know about.

Lack of "own" Internet

It's ridiculous to talk about the anonymity of the network, having a modem or cable Internet. Well, what kind of anonymous person are you if you have unique network systems in the form of all kinds of IP, emery and other poppy addresses ?! The basis of online anonymity is the use of ANOTHER Internet. Without this, the whole movement is like this - half a head in half shoes. Yes, you hid behind a torus. You don't shine anywhere. You are still vulnerable, so in the event of a successful attack on you or your fleet, your unique network identifiers will be leaked, which a true anonyms should not have by definition. The most popular option at the moment is Wi-Fi. Somewhere it is permissible to use a public one (for example, you have an evil antenna and you shoot at cafes half a kilometer away from you in line of sight), somewhere you break a point in a high-rise building opposite and sit through it a couple of days a week, observing all precautions.  And there, and there, in principle, you will care how your devices will leak. Yes, this is also not pleasant, but you will have time for an adequate reaction like a makhorka fool. You will have time to collect the belongings and throw them out of the apartment without any problems.

Lack of GSM devices

Well, it's already pretty hard here. The modern anonyms is so attached to cellular communications that the thought of living without a tube confuses him.

Lack of personal acquaintances

Probably the hardest item to complete. Man is a social being, and even such marginal people and misanthropes as me, no, no, yes, they want to rub their tongue with a living person in the real world. However, as practice shows, this is how a huge number of cybercriminals are fired. Yes, they are all in place, hiding their activities and constantly looking around. But there is always, always there is a person whom you trust for some reason. It could be a spouse, mom, best friend you have known for 22 years. And here comes the proverb "two know, the pig knows." The relationship can go bad and this person will break you. Well, let's say you didn’t come to anyone here, but you didn’t tell anyone from your word. Still, the presence of personal acquaintances - friends, acquaintances, colleagues, neighbors with whom you communicate, still makes you vulnerable. If only because people are jealous. He can break into you, and because he is more vulnerable, less prepared for uncomfortable questions, he can break in with no intention, not bad motives. They see that you have money. They don't understand where you got them from. This is where the awkward questions and gossip starts behind your back. And only the complete absence of social connections more or less protects you both from your own gullibility and from the unnecessary suspicions of those who know you at least a little.

Conclusion

Since reading the Torah article on true online anonymity, I have never changed my mind. Yes, I think so. However, I am convinced that true anonymity goes far beyond the Internet and is expensive. So you shouldn't blindly attend all kinds of "100% anonymity courses" that tell you how to set up your browser. You should not harbor unnecessary illusions. Can you pay the price that true online anonymity demands?

[mcpe]

the torification of georgenotfound

[stray-tori]

chapter 9 is pretty fluff, relatively. i think.

[dearophelia]

this one’s for the torn down, the experts at the fall

come on friends, get up now, you’re not alone at all; or, one night in the intersection of Archangel and Victoria Ryder

PG, Garrus+Tori friendship, subtle Garrus/Olivia; warnings for not-remotely-researched medical stuff, and references to a past abusive relationship

"You still don't have a medic?" Victoria says as Monteague leads her into the supply closet Archangel and his crew have generously called their medbay.

Garrus looks over at her from the gurney, gingerly holding his arm very still against his chest. He's still in the bottom half of his armor, but the top half sits haphazardly - the left shoulder absolutely shattered - on the floor against the wall. "No."

She sighs and gives Monteague a subtle shove as she brushes past. Payback for interrupting the end of her date. "That's really dumb considering your line of work," she says, running her omnitool's medical scanner over his shoulder.

"I've noticed," he says, pain laced through his tight subharmonics.

Victoria closes the scanner and starts to wash her hands. "The bullet's still in there, and it's in pieces, but it missed anything important. It's gonna hurt, but you'll live. Might even have a nifty scar. Monteague, help him with his shirt and then get out."

Monteague crosses his arms. "Why?"

"Because I can't see what I'm doing if there's bloody fabric in the way." She dries her hands. It was a very good date.

Though he starts to help Garrus remove his shirt, and shortly changes his plan to one involving a pair of scissors, Monteague still eyes her. "Why am I leaving?"

"Because you're the approximate build of a brick wall, this room is half the size of an elevator shaft, and you broke into my apartment."

At that, Garrus stiffens and drags his gaze over to Monteague. "You two broke in?" he says with a tone of disappointment Victoria thinks could rival the one her father used.

"And interrupted a pretty good date," she adds. That's the more important bit.

"Loitering in the hallway would've looked suspicious," Monteague defends, tugging off the last piece of fabric and tossing it into the biohazard matter recycler.

Victoria sighs, exasperated, as she looks through the supply cabinet she set up for them after the fourth time Garrus called her over. "You guys have my contact code," she says, pulling out the tools and meds she'll need.

Garrus closes his eyes, takes a breath, and opens them again. "Fix whatever you broke, give her security system an upgrade, and the next time I tell you to get Ryder, call her and ask."

For a moment, Monteague looks like he's going to argue further - it was Sensat's idea, Sensat's back there fixing it already, Ryder wasn't answering, all arguments true but falling flat against breaking in - and he wisely chooses not to. "Got it, boss. You need me for anything else?" he directs the question at Victoria.

"Check on Penny, please. Tell her I'm going to be a while."

He nods, and then leaves.

"I'm sorry about that," Garrus says as soon as the door shuts completely.

Victoria shrugs and settles her omnispecs on her face, cycling through programs until she lands on the bioscanner with a magnifier. With a tap, it syncs to the gesture control on her omnitool, and she waves the HUD away. "I added a couple black market protocols the other week, Sensat probably enjoyed the challenge." She washes her hands again before snapping on a pair of gloves.

Garrus laughs quietly, grimacing a little around the edges of it. "Thanks for coming."

"Well, you're making my walk to the clinic safer, so. Hold still." Victoria slides a needle in under his shoulder plate to numb the area. It's a weird intersection she resides in these days - Mordin, Aria, Archangel. Galatana and its shiny clean floors, its steady bright lights, its total lack of gunfire and knife fights, all seems a lifetime ago. So does that house in Indiana, and the bouquet of daisies long rotted into the dirt. Her thirteen year-old self, sleepless from studying for entrance exams, daydreaming of Presidium hospitals and pristine white lab coats, wouldn't even recognize her. Sometimes that bothers her. Tonight it doesn't. She tosses the needle into the biohazard unit and then rests against the sink, giving the anesthetic a few moments to kick in. "Should I ask whose gun you got on the wrong end of?" 

"Minor red sand dealer," Garrus says. "He's dead now, and I know who his dealer is."

"One step at a time, right?" she says, and pokes his shoulder.

He makes an irritated noise and glares at her finger.

"Did you feel that?"

He blinks. "No."

"Good. Try not to move too much." Another wave, and the HUD returns. It takes a moment to register Garrus as turian, and then all the stats in the bottom corner roll out of red and into green, and the holographic display settles over him, highlighting veins and muscle and bone, and bullet fragments. She zooms in and starts to work.

They sit in silence for a while as Victoria digs tiny pieces of a nasty hollowpoint bullet from his shoulder. She'll have to tell Mordin and Aria there's a new arms dealer in town. Each piece lands in the metal bowl with a clink.

"So, what's their name?" she asks.

"Hm?" Garrus makes a confused sound.

"The ghost you're avoiding by setting up this little medic-less operation."

His head swivels around to stare at her. "You a therapist and a surgeon?"

"No," she says idly, "just able to recognize my own brand of damage." She recognized it that night in Afterlife, even through the pounding music and flashing lights. For his sake, she's glad he seems to have put aside the rampant alcoholism he was teetering toward that night. For her sake, she's glad he remembered she was a doctor and chose her to call at 3:45 in the morning when Vorash caught a knife to the gut five months ago. Garrus pays well.

Garrus narrows his eyes. "I thought your brand of damage was the bad day," he gestures with his uninjured arm at her eye, thankfully long healed.

"I have multiple brands of damage," she says with a wry smile and gently nudges him to turn back around so she can work. "So what's their name?" she repeats.

He sighs and his rigid posture slouches a little, but not in relaxation. Defeat, maybe. "Shepard." It sounds rusty in his mouth, rough, sticking to his throat with disuse.

Victoria isn't a therapist, but she sure as hell knows pain when she hears it. And Garrus may have a hollowpoint bullet shattered in his shoulder, but she could be cleaning it out with no anesthetic and it wouldn't hurt nearly a fraction as much as Shepard does. She softens her voice. "And Shepard was...?"

"My CO. For a little while. She was," he pauses, "she was good. Really good."

A million different words he could've used, and Victoria's been around enough turians to hear what lies in the spaces in between. CO, mentor, friend. Something else, something different, something more. She doesn't call him on it, or push him to continue; they're edging a little closer toward friendship with each call, close enough she finally felt comfortable enough to ask, but they’re still dancing in that murky area between acquaintance and friend. "I'm sorry," she says.

A sad, broken noise comes from the back of his throat, and he catches it, tamps down on the broken bits, almost as soon as it happens. "She saved everyone's ass, and then they hung her out to dry. They - " he stops suddenly. His hand brushes against the armor storage compartment at his thigh. He pops it open, checks that something is still inside, and closes it again. "She died. And didn't have to. The Alliance wrote it off as another geth attack." 

The way he says geth tells Victoria exactly how highly he thinks of that particular cover story.

Her first year on Omega is a little slippery, events out of order or misremembered or not at all, but Victoria remembers the blow that cracked her skull, remembers Bray calling panicked on her omnitool, remembers hearing something from a newsstand about an Alliance ship's distress call one system over as she slid into one of Aria's skycars. Remembers a text from Mordin to be at the ready if the Alliance didn't come through the relay in the next three hours, remembers swiping it away before scrubbing in to save a krogan who'd half bled out on the floor already. 

"I'm sorry," she says again.

He nods, and she feels him pull himself back from the edge. No way in hell was Shepard just a CO.

"What's the name of your ghost?"

She drops one last fragment into the bowl. "Mom."

Silence for half a moment. "I'm sorry."

Victoria shrugs. "Omega's a great place to run away to," she muses, dodging any follow-up questions. "Tell me about her," she says after a moment.

"Who?"

"Shepard." At his stiffened shoulders, she continues. "I spent most of 2183 either in a cloud of depression so thick I couldn't see three feet in front of me, or getting the shit kicked out of me by some asshole I accidentally let into my life. I missed the attack on the Citadel and everything. Catch me up."

He shifts slightly, just enough to look over his shoulder without jostling her work. "Is this a tactic to help me ignore that your anesthetic is terrible and already wearing off?"

"Yep." She opens a suture kit.

He huffs, the smallest hint at laughter, but he starts talking. As she stitches him up, Garrus tells her about the Normandy. About Saren. About the short redhead woman who seemed to bend the universe by sheer force of will. About learning to drive a human-designed vehicle while she tried to set her own broken foot in the back, about making an idle comment about her height and getting absolutely smoked in headshots. "She was our field medic," he says, somewhere in between trying to remember the back half of a joke and telling her about the altercation with Saleon.

Victoria's long finished - he's bandaged up and she's cleaned up, even started the autoclave - and she crosses her arms. "Were you this bad at getting out of the way of bullets back then, too?" she smirks.

Sliding off the gurney, he tightens his mandibles, making a friendly irritated face at her.

Her smirk shifts into a smile, and she points at the bandage. "Leave that alone for 24 hours." She hands him a bottle of antibiotics. "One of these a day until you're done." A bottle of painkillers. "One every six hours for two days, then once a day as needed. I'll be back tomorrow to change the bandage, unless you have a medic by then,” the smile changes back into a smirk.

Garrus rolls his eyes, but takes both bottles from her. "Thank you."

Victoria nods. "You're welcome.” She pauses, and then decides maybe they’re closer to friendship than she’d been giving them credit for. “You're paying me pretty well, so I'm gonna throw this one in for free. It sounds like you and Shepard were really good friends. And I don't think she'd be too happy to see you in your shared afterlife of choice so soon. So even though I’m one bullet away from being able to get six months of super extended cable, try to duck a little more often, okay?"

Garrus laughs, a genuine honest laugh, and nods. "I'll try."