Steve doesn't hesitate to follow Garrus over to the sheltered area so that they can properly talk. As soon as they're under the overhang it becomes about ten times easier to hear himself think, which is nice.

While he's no expert in understanding turian expressions, it's still pretty clear from Garrus' body language that he's embarrassed about all this. Steve takes a second to figure out what Garrus actually means when he says loofers, but then it clicks.

While the idea of a loofah mixed with an electric sander is nothing but troubling, he's starting to understand Garrus' explanation, muddled as it is.

"Oh, it's kind of like the callus softeners we use to get the dead skin off the heels of our feet." Potentially a better comparison than a loofah, which is more to do with just scrubbing yourself clean. "Well, you have no reason to feel weird about it then. Basic hygiene, right?"

He smiles and reaches forward to give Garrus a quick pat on the shoulder. "Besides, you also helped to clear any people who were in trouble out of this area. Two birds, one stone."