Camp defenses, probably. Take a look at them, get them where they need to be.

[Anything other than dwelling on what he's lost. One of his pillows still has Noh's scent, if only faintly, and he's been torn between washing it and curling up with it all day. So far he's resisted giving into either urge, though it's more indecision than any sort of strength.]

Heard one of the groups already ran into natives. We're gonna need to be ready. The shai weren't sentient but they still mounted an attack.

[He's rambling a little. Garrus feels a bit lost right now, really. The person he'd spoken his thoughts to before isn't his anymore, and he doesn't know what to do.]