[It's difficult to blame him. Hard to know what she'd do in the same situation - it's easy to stand back on the sidelines and tell him what he should do. Judging and having opinions is much easier than being the one actually feeling these things.

And she's lifting her glass, ready to take another drink and then say something... she's not sure what... when his first words make her pause with a genuinely confused look on her face - and then she freezes, squinting at him.]

How did you... ['How did you know about the shirt thing' is probably not the best first question to ask. However, stopping the question there is probably even more incriminating, so she can't win.]

He didn't pull his shirt off. He pulled it up. There's a difference. [... Somehow she makes those sentences sound somewhat dignified.] We were talking about anatomy. And he was drunk.

[That explains a hell of a lot of things in any given situation, but the fact that Tali can't hide a grin at just how drunk he was probably isn't helping her.]

And I hope if I'm ever in your rover coughing up blood, you'll rush to help me as well.

[That's just common courtesy, Garrus, you big bully.]