He reacted more to the movement, the sudden shape coming up in the corner of his eye than to the voice. He'd turned, and the rifle was up and his finger was on the trigger in one fluid motion, blue eyes sighted down the barrel on the figure that was suddenly there.

A heartbeat later, the muzzle tipped down, Wyatt's incredulous - lightly amused expression - softening.

"That mean ya haven't missed me, Shepard?" he asked.