Sorry, Dean. Garrus does a double-take at the goggles, and has to turn the noise in the back of his throat into a cough. Whatever he was expecting, night vision goggles like that weren't it. He hasn't seen a setup like that in... well, they're vintage where he's from.

"Yeah, I may be able to eat the food here, but not sure about anything else." If it would even work. He'd gone through a lot of testing with Nadine for medicine, too.

Then it's back to frowning down at the device he's carrying. Mandibles tap idly against his jaw in thought. If staff are supposedly hearing dead loved ones... what does that mean for their little team? Are they going to fall into the same trap? Mimicry, too. But maybe they're out of the monster-ghost-whatsit's area of expertise. No way to know until it happens -

His head snaps up. "Really? My flexibility?" He doesn't have eyebrows to raise, but the tone is the same. "Because I'd say to be careful, Shepard. Some of these exhibits might be a little out of your reach."

Leave them for the ghosts to eat, Dean.