[When he gets around to teasing her for it, she'll know he's feeling better. For now, she bustles around the rover getting water for them both, rations for herself. When she sits back down again, she's trying not to eye him so carefully, so critically, looking for any cracks in his figurative armour. She slides a cup of water over to him.]

Here you go. And don't worry about dark clouds - I'm wearing a hood, remember?

[She picks at it and grins a little. Sometimes commiserating and talking it out is the best thing to do. Right now, she's not sure it is.] I was just going to eat, so...

[The haroomba, she notices when she looks around for it, is active and sitting on top of the weapons locker. She clicks her tongue as if hailing an animal, and it bounces over to her; she reaches to take it and put in her lap like the strangest pet any person ever had. Unpackagaing the rations - and somehow she manages to act like this is totally normal - she gives the food to the robot to sterilise.] If I take my mask off to eat, will you spend the whole time panicking about infections?

[Because she needs to eat, she needs to test that the haroomba can keep the air sterile, and besides, she'll be thinking about panicking enough without Garrus vocalising it.]