Watching Sherlock's face was interesting, humans were so expressive even in how they straightened themselves up when seeing a potential threat. There was a moment, where Garrus knew that inevitable pause. Sherlock might not kill to win but he would for a friend. That much he could tell.

"I don't follow unreliable sources for my information constantly and don't waste hours collecting information on mundane tributes. So far what I know is you're a fast-talking human who enjoys mind games and puzzles, is dying from a severe infection, has a superiority complex despite being fairly weak, and would murder in cold blood anyone who would dare to touch his friends."

He paused for a moment, glancing between the two of them.

"But what happened with the girl, in the last arena, is a regret. Don't pretend for a moment to know who I am from a few vid clips and rumour."