"A door," he echoed, and looked the way she pointed.

"...I will. Whether this is real or not, and I'm leaning toward 'not', I have to be somewhere. There's- Well. I have to be somewhere." It struck him that he'd skipped a step and he looked back to the little red haired human.

"Thank you for the suggestion. My name is Garrus Vakarian, by the way."