Shepard rolls her eyes, "It's a dog, not a scanning algorithm."
She rolls her shoulder and cracks her neck, surveying the wreck thoughtfully. It looks like it wasn't much before the blast; wood walls from the doortops to the roof, stone foundation like much of the city... It wasn't even that big, really. Not much to speak of, next to the place they'd just cleared out. She cracks her neck in the other direction, and some of the tension drains with a sharp pop as the joint unbinds itself. Ah, much better.
The dog barked again, and Shepard belatedly remembered what she'd been told; she fished a strip of jerky out of the pouch at her hip and tossed it to him. Good boy.
"There's no point in lifting it if we don't know what's underneath," Shepard decided; it was stating the obvious, but someone had to be in charge here, and between the two of them it was always going to be her, "Let's get to digging until we can get a better view. Try not to step on anything unstable until then, got it?"
She sees him, and the tension in him. This isn't just Garrus at work, something about all this is really messing with him... but it isn't the time. Later, they could hash it out and have feelings. Right now, there was someone underneath all these rooftiles and brickwork, probably suffocating to death. But, she didn't have to tell him about that; after all, nobody understood Shepard's priorities better than he did. Get the job done.
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She rolls her shoulder and cracks her neck, surveying the wreck thoughtfully. It looks like it wasn't much before the blast; wood walls from the doortops to the roof, stone foundation like much of the city... It wasn't even that big, really. Not much to speak of, next to the place they'd just cleared out. She cracks her neck in the other direction, and some of the tension drains with a sharp pop as the joint unbinds itself. Ah, much better.
The dog barked again, and Shepard belatedly remembered what she'd been told; she fished a strip of jerky out of the pouch at her hip and tossed it to him. Good boy.
"There's no point in lifting it if we don't know what's underneath," Shepard decided; it was stating the obvious, but someone had to be in charge here, and between the two of them it was always going to be her, "Let's get to digging until we can get a better view. Try not to step on anything unstable until then, got it?"
She sees him, and the tension in him. This isn't just Garrus at work, something about all this is really messing with him... but it isn't the time. Later, they could hash it out and have feelings. Right now, there was someone underneath all these rooftiles and brickwork, probably suffocating to death. But, she didn't have to tell him about that; after all, nobody understood Shepard's priorities better than he did. Get the job done.
Everything else could wait.