Maybe there'll be a way to make a slingshot later on. Something ranged he can use. Or sharpen up his talons or something. He's got to get better at this whole survival thing - but damn it's been a while. Still, he's hot on her heels, long legs have to be good for something.

Once they slow down enough for speech, he nods. "Bruised. Don't think my ego's ever going to recover..."

Not hurt, though. That thing was a lot, but, on the other hand, it wasn't a husk. Wasn't a twisted Reaper horror. Garrus isn't sure that's a good baseline for this kind of thing, come to think of it. What else are they going to do? Compartmentalize until they get through it.

"Lucky you showed up when you did. Otherwise we'd be talking first aid."