[ It could be cryokinetic, or use particle manipulation as a camouflage method. It hadn't outright attacked any of them; its intent was clearly to frighten.

When Garrus raises the cuff, Noh-Varr shrugs and nods. Garrus doesn't strike him as the type to act on impulse or take lives for granted, but he is...boisterous, for a sniper. ]

I don't think its aim is to harm us--no one who encountered it was hurt. Rattled, perhaps, but unharmed. I agree to investigating it, though, if you can convince them to let you.

[ At that, the oven 'dings' pleasantly, and Noh-Varr is suddenly busy pulling out their meal. It smells good--it'll be even better with syrup, he knows.]

Can you give me the bottles?

[ He shouldn't feel so excited about such a mundane thing, but it's rare for Noh-Varr to want to share experiences with others. Humans find his unabashed love of their planet embarrassing. Garrus humors him, and he appreciates that. ]