[Garrus is apparently patrolling, carrying the comm lazily in one hand and barely looking at it. He's getting just as many looks as you'd think he would. He glances back sidelong before sitting down on a bus stop bench, ignoring the fact that the twelve year old boys sitting beside him are staring intently at his face. He's not wearing his blue armor today, but something more casual that still looks official srs bzns, apparently something he's had specially tailored.]
I've got some free time coming up - and I've been thinking about that trip to the firing range I arranged not too long ago. It's been...a stressful week - for all of us. I don't know about any of you, but I could use some relaxation.
...It might not be the most routine way to relax, but it's familiar. And otherwise I'll just end up patrolling or doing more work - I wouldn't want to run out for any time in the future when I want to bury myself in it.
[A slight chuckle, though it's a little dry. He glances offscreen, where two voices are raised in argument, the words barely registrable as a couple's, but hesitantly glances back to the comm - the kids are still staring, and he glances at them too for a moment until they try to pretend they were staring intently at something else.]
...Anyway, the range is at [LOCATION]. I was thinking about going in the next couple of days, get used to this age's weaponry. Terrible recoil on these things. I-
[He starts again, but there's a sharp scream offscreen and Garrus' head instantly jerks towards it. The noise is louder and the shouting is distinctly male, while the subsequent yelps are female. His expression tightens noticeably and he drops the comm into the hands of one of the kids, warning them with a brusque "Don't run off with it or I'll have to come find you and your parents" and walks offscreen. The boy glances into the comm with his friends looking over his shoulder, before he abruptly turns it to face in the direction Garrus went. There's a man, enraged, slamming a terrified woman into a brick wall by the front of her shirt, screaming at her about marital problems - the comm can barely make out a black eye and some healing bruises here and there on her arms. He takes the time to glance at Garrus and get out "The hell do you want, freak-" before Garrus rips the man off the woman and slams him face-first into the wall, pinning him there easily with one arm. The man is shouting something but the comm can't quite catch it - Garrus' grip tightens.]
You don't know the meaning of 'police brutality'. This is nothing compared to what you probably deserve. As far as I'm concerned I'm being lenient. You're lucky this isn't the Purgatory, they'd have beaten you before you so much as got a sentence out. Ma'am, are you alright? I'm a police officer, there's...no reason to be afraid. Stay still, dammit - kicking me isn't going to make me turn you loose any time soon.
[The woman, battered, frightened, nods quickly. Garrus says something about a hospital visit, filing charges, while cuffing the man. She shakes her head, glances repeatedly at the man in Garrus' grip, and Garrus pauses.]
...It's your choice. But I still have to take him into custody - it's procedure. You can bail him out later, if that's really what you want.
[He then drags the man by the collar of his shirt across the street and in front of a small crowd from the nearby and very public park in handcuffs, getting the comm back from the somewhat awed kids.]
I'll be bringing this one with me on assault charges, even if she's not going to file them. And...I'll be walking, I'm still working on getting a license. Kick me one more time and I'm aiming for assaulting an officer, and believe me, I'll follow through. Be ready for me.
And that offer about the firing range still stands.