Garrus puts his shoulder to the door, wedging it closed against the wind. It takes more effort than it would have, otherwise. But it does close. Only then does he take a step back, shaking the sand out of the crevices in his head plating and fringe. Then the mask is peeled off. More sand added to the piles on the floor.

"Sorry," he says, absently. And it's clear he's not actually sorry at all. "Forgot to make a reservation."

A real comedian, here.

"You in one piece?"