Koby hums softly, acknowledgement, examining his glasses for and sand scratches -- they're there, of course, he has a thousand scratches on the lenses by now. But it's really so he can avoid the topic at hand, which is dancing dangerously close to sensitive, painful topics. "Not a lot seems to live in the desert. It's...strange."

The word slavers makes Koby twitch, almost a flinch, his breath going tight in his chest. Shepard had called him a slave, when they met in the maze, when he explained why he'd been on Alvida's ship. Would she have told Garrus? Probably not -- she seems the type to let people make their own choices. Koby appreciates that.

"He saved me." It's a quiet response, as Koby puts his glasses back on, looks up at Garrus, solemn and serious. "I was -- a prisoner on a pirate ship, and Luffy saved me. And he doesn't...hurt people. He helps them. He calls himself a "different kind of pirate". One of the good ones."