Focused on her own task, she listens more by way of periphery than attention. But she does look up to gauge progress and, as it so often happens, catches Garrus' eye at the exact moment of his own check. She is tiring, and she saw him recognize it; lifting a thousand pounds of angry Collector was nothing, but this was well beyond her usual operational limits. He was moving as fast as he could, regardless, so Shepard did the only thing she could: she put her head down and held the line.

We're coming, Shepard!

"Roger... That," Shepard grit out, sweat dripping into her eyes, stinging with painful irrelevance. Garrus was dragging someone nearly-grown, gangly and limp, pulling them backward by the armpits in the proscribed manner. She knew he was doing it as fast as possible, and it still seemed to take a couple of eternities.

But at least the woman was free, clutching her wailing kid in her arms and reaching out with her one free hand, screaming hysterically for the presence of the other on. No help there, of course. Fine. As a human, she might never match up in terms of sheer power, but the thing was that you never had those Asari Commandos around when you really needed them. She would simply have to do.