[He fishes through his armor compartments for his soldering gun and the length of metal he needs to solder with, pulling them out after a few moments. They're not things he needs often, which is why he'd forgotten where they were exactly. They're also apparently not enough of a shield or deflection from her curiosity.

Garrus takes a breath, and his mandibles draw very close to his face before he answers.]

I got... involved. We've been here, what, nine months? Something like. Lot of downtime. Something started. And now it's over. Shouldn't have let that happen.

[It had been such a mistake. And yet it had been wonderful, too, and he doesn't know if he can completely regret what had happened. He shakes his head.]

You got something to protect your arm while we do this? Don't wanna burn you. Some scrap of cloth, anything you can lose inside the suit.

[Though it would have to be sterile, then. That makes it tricky.]