She had had no reply for that, because she'd been too busy laughing through the wind-pressure and snow. Not willing to use her for shallow stress relief? Hell, she knew that. Even back when they were still pretending that that was all they were going to be, he hadn't been able to keep feelings out of it. Garrus had shown up at her cabin as nervous as a date on prom night, and had descended almost immediately from that high-point into maudlin desperation.

True love: it's not as graceful, nor as charming, as the vids make it out to be.

"I hear reports of the storm flooding domains with sand, water, anything else." Shepard hazards another glance back at the Normandy, still only barely-visible in the frozen hellstorm, "Whatever's happening around here, it's definitely made it mad."

And what could piss off the Singularity? Someone horning in on it's territory, maybe physically messing with it? But nobody could get close, not even Summoned. Some kind of natural phenomenon? One of the local gods?

"We need more intel. Suggestions?"