"Pega what?" He's not even going to question what the last one there is. It sounds like some alien thing anyway. It sounds like a conversation from Manae actually. Except then it had been fish in barrels. Why the hell were human idioms so weird? And so numerous?

A snort from Garrus' direction, in between the double thwack of arrows impacting corpses. If this is going to be his new weapon around here, then he'll need to look into bigger supplies of ammunition. No convenient heat sinks here, damn it.

"You're getting gifts? Damn, I'm already jealous." Another thwack, another downed corpse. "Starting to think this place has a thing against turians for all it's throwing my way." It's not really a serious complaint. Not in the least.

He pauses, for a moment, to consider that idea. "Smart man. I like that plan."