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[andeverythinginbetween]

Vetra's getting restless. She's never been in one place so long before. She's used to moving around, taking different jobs that bring her everywhere. Even on the Tempest, she'd been constantly going on missions with Ryder and someone else. This is . . . awkward. She feels trapped.

She goes for a run to see if that helps, and ends up just feeling a little more panicky than she had before. So she starts sparring with an invisible partner, trying out familiar moves and moves that might work against people of different sizes. She's panting by the time she's worn out, and she walks back to her apartment slowly, hands shaking slightly.

She misses Sid. She misses Ryder. She even misses Kosta.

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[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"You look like you've been run over by a druffalo," Bull said when he saw her. Vetra looked like more than that: she looked worn out, looked like she had just run around Darrow as many times as she could. Looked how he felt more than he cared to admit.

He noticed the shaking.

[andeverythinginbetween]

"What the hell is a druffalo?" she asks, tone sharper than she really intends. But it's hard to rein in her temper when she feels like this. Her mandibles shift restlessly against her jaw.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"Hm, big mammal, eats grass and has a tendency to stampede when they get excited. Hell of a thing to get knocked over by." Bull had one run into him but he'd managed to brace himself at the time, had managed to stay on his feet for the most part.

Left one hell of a bruise, though.

[andeverythinginbetween]

"Well, I wasn't," she says, still a bit curt. She eyes him, then sighs. "I went for a run, and maybe I ran a little too hard, but nothing ran me over, literally or figuratively." She reaches up to wipe sweat from the brown skin of her neck.

It is somewhat of a relief to see him, at least. The only other non-human in the entire city, someone who actually understands her a little bit. Even if he can't eat her food.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"Running from something?" he asked, maybe a little knowing. Bull wasn't much of a runner, not unless he had something to run toward or run from, but he knew plenty of people that did it, especially here.

[andeverythinginbetween]

"Stop it," she says flatly. "Don't be intuitive. If I want to talk about it, I'll talk about it." She's fine, really. She doesn't need to talk about it. She just needs to be with another non-human, even if he's not another turian. At least he's somewhat alien.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

He huffed a laugh. "That's like telling water not to be wet," he said. But he shrugged, because unlike Krem, he didn't know Vetra well enough to know where to press.

"I'll see you around."

[andeverythinginbetween]

She hesitates for just a moment, then sighs. "Shit. Wait, wait, I'm sorry." She flares her mandibles out in a sigh and shakes her head. "I get . . . prickly when people poke too much. It's not you."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"It is me. I poke at things. But I'll stay if that's what you want," he said. "And I can stop poking." Well, he would stop doing it out loud, anyway.

[andeverythinginbetween]

"Thanks," she says. "I'm . . . yeah. Sorry. I'm not good with personal things, and . . . I'm sorry. Thank you for staying." They're not very far from her apartment, so she gestures for him to follow and readies her keys.

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

Bull followed after her, careful as he moved through doors. He hated these narrow doorways; at least now he remembered to turn his head. Most of the time.

He'd gotten a little stuck once.

"Darrow has a way of making you deal with personal things."

[andeverythinginbetween]

"Oh, great," she says with a little sigh. She glances back at him. "Want anything to drink?" she asks. "I've got . . . well . . . water from the tap is probably the only thing I have that you can drink."

[shok_ebasit_hissra]

"Water is fine. Part of me is tempted to drink whatever it is you do. If I can handle maraas-lok, I can handle a lot of things." But he also understood a considerable amount of their anatomy was different; it was entirely possible that things Vetra drank could kill him, rot him from the inside out.

[andeverythinginbetween]

"If you're gonna, I'm not gonna drive you to the hospital," she says, but she's joking. She doesn't know enough about Bull's anatomy to judge whether it'll actually hurt him, and she's not a scientist, so she's not going to try.

She pours him a glass of water and pulls out something bottled that she can drink for herself.

"So, you're pretty good at reading people, huh?"