Garrus blinked, momentarily taken aback, then looked down at his armor. It was extremely well made, if patterned after standard issue Turian military. One of the more recognizable designs in the galaxy. He looked back up at the girl.

"An officer with the Turian military, yes. In the middle of a somewhat pressing situation, as it happens," he added, looking slightly agitated. He needed to figure out how to leave.

"What are you?"