Once they're inside, Garrus also peels himself out of his protective facial gear. Shaking the sand out of it all. Despite the fact he'd been standing in the middle of a sandstorm, unlike some people, he'd kept his mask on. But he's not a complete asshole, so he tosses Koby a canteen.

He may not have a shirt on, but he'd packed his pockets and belt accordingly.

"Drink that. Just water, but it'll help."

And while Koby does that, he'll busy himself shaking the sand out of his mask, out of his shirt. The scarring from Omega is still visible, albeit healed a great deal. Starting from the side of his face, extending down one side of his body like Lichtenberg figures among broken bits of plate and scale.

"We can talk when you can breathe again, okay?"