[She closes her eyes, accepts the rebuke. Sometimes they coast around dangerous things in their joking. If it was anyone but Garrus putting a hand on her visor, she'd have gone for her gun or the offender's wrist in a snap. So they understand each other.

And thus, she can return to the other topic.]

He spoke of you like he knew you, but I wanted to be sure. It wouldn't be that hard to work out we know each other.

Scientific curiosity is all well and good. I certainly don't mind talking about my world, or... even things like my immune system. I mean, everyone knows that back home, too. But then he asked for the schematics of my suit.

Asked for them, Garrus. Like it was nothing.