"Almost none of it," Garrus confirmed with, all told, a fairly optimistic tone, "except the police brutality part. That's not a Turian concept, per se, but I was a member of C-Sec. Which is of course the police body on the Citadel, which you aren't familiar with. Ah, it's the galactic hub for all known space-flight-capable races."

That was a massively reductive explanation, which he got the feeling she would realize, but it seemed, with a certain universal gulf between their points of origin, the most expedient way.

"Is 'black' a clan qualifier? Something to do with skin pigmentation? Turians of course have some sense of colony pride, but we don't have a long history of... intraspecies conflict, I guess you could say. At least not the way I know humanity used to. Which, seeing as you're probably from the period of time I'm referring to in the past tense, is probably an immensely condescending thing for me to say." He could feel his human face pulling into expressions, but he had no real idea what it might look at. The humans he spent time with were rarely contrite.

"I apologize."