He ignored John, not moving closer to Sherlock once he saw the glass that he was now standing on. He was not going to be responsible for sending Sherlock crashing through the skylight to his death.

"And you're doing a remarkable job goading someone you barely know, it takes a special kind of filth that verbally attacks someone until they snap. You're no better than the people that created this place." Garrus growled, blue eyes like tempered steel as he stared Sherlock down with a predatory gaze that seemed to pierce clean through him.