[So. That's that. That's how the world will go, then. Some big machine, a target... Damn. But it's good to know. Useful. Important.]

I know I'd have to ask permission.

[Garrus holds up the arm with a cuff on it, trying to use his eyes to convey what he means. They're tracked. The CDC would know anyway, and he would prefer to not be executed for trespassing. Worse, he'd like to not lose his world for him being stupid.]

And yeah. If you wanna go and it gets approved, then you're in. I'd wanna take a few people. Something that's elusive and big means we'd wanna watch our backs.

[If it's not some sort of projection. Lack of tracks, no bodies after the fight... But he can't say anything for sure without going himself.]