[Her focus, pinned toward the tree line, shifts then - flicking over and fixing on him like a sniper scope (something he should, given the givens, know a thing or two about). There's something exacting to how she looks at him, unshaken by the suggestion. They've known a lot of 'big guys' but there's no mistaking who Garrus means. It isn't hard to draw a line from this to Saren, especially if it's someone Garrus is comparing himself to.]

That's bullshit. [Cutting to the quick. She draws up completely then. Screw huskberries and truffles - medical can deal for a few extra minutes this takes.] Saren wasn't trying to save a few, he was trying to save himself. You're nothing like him. So unless you're going to start comparing me to the The Illusive Man, you can probably afford to cut yourself some slack.