[ He lets himself get alien-handled, and when Garrus lets go, Red has a look for himself briefly. ]

Yeah. Sorta. [ Um. ] I mean... he's my next door neighbour. We grew up together.

[ That's 'sorta' knowing somebody. He goes back to his arm, and decides that, you know- it's not worth thinking about. Nobody needs to talk about Green Oak right now. ]

Anyway, thanks for that. Does that normally happen here? [ Let's bend the arm? Ow, no, let's not bend it unnecessarily. ]