When you come to, Zaeed's stare meets yours. He's sitting at a fire. You suspect bits of the EVALSA are in there.

 
ZAEED

So the pretty ballerina's up from her beauty sleep. You mustav' had a helluva trip there.

For a while I thought you might not make it out. Should've kept your snout low. Red sand at that concentration is damn suicidal. I had some antidotes by me, but seems I didn't get to you soon enough. If I weren't there, even if you somehow survived the sand, the batarians would've slit your throat. They wanted you dead badly. Crazy. Had to part with my EVALSA, because those guddamn idiots decided to ram it. Couldn't get past her guns you see.

But anyway, you feeling capable?

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ARCHY

Ehh.. ughh... Yyyeaa. (you have trouble articulating)

 

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ZAEED

Well then, you seem well enough. We better get moving.

 

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You gather your strength, and although you're pretty badly bruised and beat up, you don't feel as if anything's broken. As you stand you take your first glimpse of this world. It's a barren dessert. Nothing beyond sand dunes. The heat is very intense, which together with your crash induced head trauma, leaves you feeling very faint. The idea that you're going to have to travel in this state for however long makes you feel weaker still.

As you take your first step, you feel the slight tang of a pain in your left leg.

 
ZAEED

Careful with that ankle, or whatever you turians would call it. You twisted it pretty bad on our landing. I applied some medi-gel when you were still out. Doesn't seem broken. It'll probably mend itself soon enough as long as you don't go sprinting about for a while. I need you to take care, who knows how long we'll be walking until we find some signs of domestication.

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His rifle still points at you

 
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