"Ah." Koby has a few scars of his own -- living on a pirate ship isn't exactly a safe thing, and he'd gotten fairly good at bandaging himself up over the years, but there are signs of them along his lower back, visible when he shakes out his clothes. But still, nothing close to what Garrus has. Part of Koby had worried maybe he misspoke and it wasn't scarring, but some sort of...natural Turian pattern. "That's -- good. That you survived, I mean."

Awesome. Good job not dying, Garrus.

One more cough, then Koby's squaring his shoulders and nodding, the corner of his mouth quirking in a smile. "I'm not used to so much sand, unless it's on a beach. It's weird having a storm without any water."

Replacing his glasses: "So you were...exfoliating?"