Lamb. Sacrificial lamb. [ There's a pause. ] Or goat. Goats are meaner, let's go with that.

[ Because she knows her species. Generalisations are hard with humans, as they are with every species - maybe more so because they don't have a single coherent culture. But humans are stubborn, and creative, and tend to take invasions as a sign to go, 'oh, yeah? well fuck you, have a Molotov cocktail to the face'.

And if she thinks like that, she won't scream with frustration at something that hasn't even happened to her yet. ]

God, Garrus, I'm-

[ Sorry. She's sorry. She's a child of Earth, he's a child of Palaven, and he wrings his fucking hands. She can read so much in that gesture alone. ]

I'll do what I can. Whenever I get back to my time. Whatever I can do.

[ Because, fuck the Reapers. ]

I can't imagine you spent six months twiddling your thumbs. Did you get to warn anyone?