Oh, he was feeling a lot better at this point, seeming to puff up a little with confidence as he crossed his arms again. "Oh, sure. Very useful. Efficient. You'll never want to go anywhere without one covering your back ever again." His mandibles flared at 'fancy tech stuff'. The poor man, he didn't know the half of it. It wasn't long ago that Garrus was working firing algorithms that probably would've made his head spin. He'd just been itching to get his hands on something ever since he'd gotten here. (Someone give the guy something to calibrate, you will never see him again.)

Still grinning, he glanced aside at Shepard again. The job was dangerous? Something about being scared? He almost wanted to laugh. Surely it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. But then, he'd have to explain how they'd just been fighting giant, galaxy-destroying, sentient warships and that would have gotten messy.

"I'm sure we'll do just fine. We don't scare easily."