Human blood is always alarming. It's red in such a vivid shade, half the time it doesn't look real. Even when you know it is, from experience. When you've seen enough of it to know better, it surprises him sometimes. But there isn't a lot, thankfully. For such a small person, it's probably for the better that the bleeding isn't dramatic.

"Not bad. Wrapping it now." They can't set it out here. And there's no convenient cold packs laying around to take the swelling down, or reduce the bleeding that way. All they can do is put pressure on it. Which is going to be all kinds of horrible for the kid who's already in pain. Shredding the scarf into smaller bits - to act as absorbent pads while he wraps the rest - is easy with his talons like this. Damn, though he needs to clip them.

"Brace yourself," he tells the kid. And then... then it's quick, it's methodical, and Garrus tries to picture something ridiculous like Tali yelling about spiders to stop himself thinking about how the kid cries out every time he jostles the limb. Thankfully, when you have big hands in proportion to someone's leg, you can get the job done quick. "Okay! We're good!"

He almost feels, rather than sees Shepard's glance, and shakes his head with her answer.

"Too many people in your situation," he answers simply. Though the echoes in his voice are wavering. Betraying how much he doesn't like that idea. "Someone has to dig them out. And not everyone lifts buildings with their mind like the Commander."