"Good to know it goes both ways." Sarcasm for sarcasm. Like Garrus wouldn't catch Shepard if their positions were reversed.

He loops one arm around a ladder rung, and twists his leg slightly to hook his knee spur on that same side under another. There. No way he's going to fall unless the ladder gives out entirely. It might - but he hopes not.

"It would be so much simpler if they'd let us keep our omni-tools," he grumbles. "I have to open it up to check." The casing looks fine. The exterior doesn't look damaged in the least. Maybe a little scuffed from its escape but nothing that should have hampered its function. Or made it scream like that.

Thoughtfully, he wiggles a talon tip into a seam of the casing. Very, very carefully starting to pry it up. The metal bends fairly well, giving a view of the bug's interior - all unfamiliar gears and wires. But still, nothing looks -

"I think one of the gears is pressing into a sensor," he calls down. "Hang on, I'm trying to get it realigned..." Silence. Little clicking noises. And then - "Oh, that's not good."

He's pretty sure it's not supposed to smoke.