Garrus is quick to follow the order, as always. Long limbs mean scooping up even the lanky teenager is fairly simple, even if he has to juggle a bit to get the kid settled in his grasp. There's a lot of bony plate there and he doesn't want to scrape up the kid anymore than he already is. He gets him lifted, gets him settled with the others. It's all routine. All automatic.

So is waving the medical team down, standing by until they descend. Garrus doesn't say much of anything, body language tight and clamped down. Gathering himself up, and then moving on, following the dog.

Automatic. Drilled into him since basic. Don't think, just act. Fall into line, don't let the smoke in the air get to you, don't think about the last bombing. The last fire rising into the sky. Don't think about Menae, about the globe splotched with smoldering red. This isn't the same. This isn't like Palaven. This isn't the Reapers.

Follow the dog. Follow Shepard. Make their way to the next spot. The next time the dog barks, darts ahead. And leads them to...

Frankly, Garrus isn't sure what he's looking at here. A much smaller dwelling, maybe. It looks totally collapsed in on itself. No way to see the actual structure, much less a way to get inside. He's got no idea if it's even possible for them to get in there. He looks at the animal, which has repeated its same behavior at the family's house.

"I think it's broken, Shepard."