"Better than the alternative," Shepard opines, waving off is apology with a glance back at the barrier, "Don't worry about it."

She bends down to scoop up the pods. One of 'em looks a little bruised but, they're here right? It isn't much, but... it's better than nothing. Into the pack you go: for all the trouble they were worth, there's no sense in losing them.

"You just need a few more drills; you're a natural. I could teach you how to do a nova," The offer is mostly a joke, even if she'd still do it. There's no reliable way to measure Garrus' output, but she'd be willing to bet he doesn't spike high enough for that kind of concussion-blast, even so. Baby steps, "Best defense is a good offense—shit."

Shepard stumbles, nearly drops the pods on the way down, until she's in an awkward crouch, on one knee in the dirt.

"...Damn it, my leg's gone numb. Okay, let's go find a medic."