Human female, youngish looking, he thought. Younger than Chawkwas by a lot, younger than Shepard by... an indeterminate amount. It occurred to Garrus that humans aged weirdly, when so much of their life experience was written in their demeanor and eyes more than anything else.

"Is 'pinching' supposed to work?" he asked doubtfully. Fleshy pink-tipped fingers with no talons didn't seem like they were going to accomplish much. Then again, when curled into a single fist, he'd seen human fingers do some impressive damage.

"I think barreling over a table would do the job, if physical stimulus was required. Do you know what this place is?"