[She's switching to his pace and as much as Garrus knows it's practical, he wishes it wasn't necessary. He pushes his speed a little. Maybe it's not the smartest idea ever, but he hates being weak or holding himself back.]

Catch them. Because they're gonna run away.

[At least he can manage some teasing.]

If we angle a little more to the south, I think there were some huskberries that way. Make sure we're productive.

[Because obviously they hadn't been productive enough, or something. He doesn't know. At least huskberries would be a safe topic.]

Forget what they do again. They're the ones that dye, aren't they?