Garrus, meanwhile, is grinning like an idiot. If and when they actually get back to Citadel Space, he's going to have to school his expressions again. Re-learn how to do that. He's gotten way too lax here, where Shepard is the only one who can read him. To their new guide, it probably looks like he's making a threat display or something.

"I can't gauge the distance for crap," he says, playing along. Like hell a sharpshooter couldn't gauge distance. "I guess we'll know if you start panicking, right?"

That's all he says as he hauls the unfortunate bandit forward. Actually making him walk over his comrades is probably a bit much, but Garrus doesn't have any such sympathy. He kicks a leg as he walks. As they move up near Shepard, he inclines his head to her, still laughing silently.

"Mind grabbing my bag? Hate to let go of our pal here to pick it up... He might fall over."

Or get loose. He'll still carry the bag, of course, but he's loathe to let the bandit go to pick it up.