"That makes sense. People name their ships after...things they like, where I'm from. More or less." Koby sits back, finally able to breathe without wheezing for his life, then offers a grim smile. "I like Normandy better than Miss Love Duck, myself." To be fair, it probably isn't logical to compare Garrus's (dark, frightening) world with Alvida's preferences, right?

And then he brightens, that curiosity lighting up his eyes at the unfamiliar term. "Biotics? What is that, some sort of...weapon?" A sparkly weapon? It's not outside of the realm of possibility -- as stated, Koby's best friend is literally made of rubber.