[Garrus swallows before nodding. He doesn't know what Noh-Varr said, but he can guess.]
This is what you want?
[He reaches out to touch Noh's jaw.]
Without interference?
[What he's speaking is a language none here would understand - not the Council trade tongue, but his own clan's turian, rarely used anywhere off Palaven, rarely even used anywhere outside of Cipritine.]
no subject
This is what you want?
[He reaches out to touch Noh's jaw.]
Without interference?
[What he's speaking is a language none here would understand - not the Council trade tongue, but his own clan's turian, rarely used anywhere off Palaven, rarely even used anywhere outside of Cipritine.]
We can't talk. But we can talk.