"What can I say? I'm really proud of the work she does. And I want the whole weird planet to know."

Garrus you big sap. Despite the teasing, part of him is absolutely serious. He would absolutely tell anyone how incredible she is. As many times as he had breath to say it.

"Weapons manufacture... in this age." He shakes his head, his eyes on desert beyond the fire, then the flames themselves. "I can't help thinking they're going to get in over their heads. Like Tuchanka." Like the krogan. One big arms race that ended in the planet a radioactive rubble pile. "Technically, sure. Let's go with that."