The starlight doesn't bother him by now. He remembers being unnerved, at first. Worried, mostly, for the kid's sake. But now it's as familiar as the cracks and seams of molten fire in Shepard's skin. This is who they are now. For better or worse.

Garrus snorts. It ruffles the feathers covering his face. "Yeah, yeah. That's what I keep hearing." By now though, he's not sure how old he'd be considered. He's lost track. Maybe he knew once... But now it hardly matters, does it?

"Not really," he admits. He's not sure why. "Toss that, I'll show you what does."

And there's a little note of challenge in that request.