[ The forehead press is welcome, and Noh-Varr leans into it. He finds himself thankful; thankful that Garrus is willing to see his side, that he isn't dogmatic. It isn't strictly a human trait, he's found. ]

They're intelligent, Garrus. They'll see us coming, if we drop in. We're going to reach the surface and I doubt the welcome will be favorable.

[ He's quiet for a moment, then: ] I didn't want to say anything after Ajna. Everyone was mourning.

[ Not him; not for that frozen hunk of rock, at least. ]

You should know: the Kree are world-conquerors. My actions now would be seen favorably. [ He looks at his hands, clinically, then back up. ] Maybe I've been lying to myself all these years. Forgotten my nature, tried to be human. I need to put my reservations aside and protect this crew, Garrus.