"Got it. Don't worry, Shepard, balancing I can do."

Long legs and different builds make clambering through the mess a little easier than others might have it. It would be nice to have a krogan around for this, though. Or more biotics. Either to dig with their brains or to all but bulldoze through the rubble. Then again, that might end poorly for anyone trapped.

Ah well, it's a decent enough daydream. Wrex and Grunt plowing into broken buildings, throw Liara in to Lift a few things. Hell, it's a daydream, throw in Jack and Samara too.

He's pretty sure he's cracked a talon or two, combing through the pieces of former household. But it doesn't matter, they'll grow out again. If they don't get to survivors in time--

His head jerks up at Shepard's words, the rest of him freezing in place. For a second, he's sure she's going to say the rubble is falling in on itself. Instead, there's noise? High and thin. Garrus cocks his head, trying to listen in better, to zero in on the sound, but - no. He can just hear it, not pinpoint it.

"Yeah. Yeah, I got it. Where's it coming from?"