"Tell me about it," he mutters, with a dissatisfied little flick of mandible. "Apparently, it can even get worse, if you can believe it." If what Himeka said was true. Fighting dead bodies was, in some ways, easier than "ghosties", as she'd put it. But eventually, a cemetery had to run out of bodies, didn't it?

Would there be skeletons next? Once the more fleshy corpses ran out? How the hell did you kill a skeleton?

The handshake is quick, simple. Any kind of grip posturing has always been lost on Garrus - it's a human thing he doesn't understand. "Probably not. I hear I've got a memorable face. Probably the scars and all." Oh he's hilarious.

He glances down at the crossbow with a frown. "No, but I guess rifles don't exist here. So I'm making the best of it."