She'd be offended if she knew; of all the people to trust in times of great extremity, Garrus was her first choice, matched only by the likes of David Anderson.

"For now? Find a dry camp, where we can keep a safe stash. Someplace relatively hidden. Do some recon, and—" A siren sounded, and she stopped, tense. The pause seemed interminable and then, soft among the rising hum of a wary forest, a gentler hum, all but indistinguishable, unless you were listening for it. The Sonic Fences were active.

"...And find out just how screwed we all are."