He's about to make some kind of comment about how technically they're all alien on this planet, and the drops they hand out at Nocwich seem to work for pretty much everybody, but then Garrus goes and makes that noise, derailing his entire train of thought. He shoots the guy a flat look, and stuffs his drops back into the bag.

Go ahead and laugh, big guy, but he's the one with perfect vision right now, okay.

Meanwhile, Chuckles and Peanut start ping-ponging zingers back and forth, and while it doesn't register as flirting quite yet, he's definitely eyeballing them a little. He's picking up a vibe. A wavelength, if you will. A seed has been planted, for later examination.

"You two wanna start over there and work clockwise? If you can see the way, that is."

He adjusts his goggles Very Pointedly.