[She listens, letting Garrus explain, because his perspective sheds some much-needed light on the situation. While the wariness doesn't quite leave her demeanour, she nods.]

I'll keep it civil, don't worry. I just wanted your take on the situation, since you apparently had some idea of who he was. I'm not sure I'm ready to make friends, but allies might work. If... if you have plans, I'll accommodate them.

[Plans. The word has an echo both exhilarating and ominous. She doesn't think she wants to go further down that path at the moment.]

By the way, do guests get asked in from the doorstep in this house? Even if it isn't as nice as the one a dozen busy Primes are building for me on Rannoch.