Garrus shifts to the side, scratching his face a bit awkwardly. Must be nice having levo-amino acids in a place like this. "'fraid I don't have much to offer. I'm getting food through sponsors-- about the only way that I can, really."

Being in the minority for him just means he's built differently. It's never been too much of a problem on the Normandy (someone always whipped up something,) but here... he's rationing what he can. You never know when the well dries up.