[ It's hard not to notice the trigger word, when it creates such a sharp, remarkable reaction in Hinata. Noh-Varr's eyes slide sideways towards the other recruit, but his head doesn't fully follow the movement, perhaps to preserve the desire for normalcy. Noh-Varr is willing to act like nothing happened. ]

Probably because Garrus and I were friends, and both of us were her friends--maybe two of the only aliens she knew on the ship. [ He shrugs gently, unassuming. ] I do like him. He's loyal, dedicated, competent. Noble, you could say.

[ His voice takes on a wistful quality as he speaks, though he doesn't bother expanding on the sentiment. It's now that his face slides to Hinata. ]

Did you know he'd never had pancakes before coming here? Horrible oversight. I had to order some Turian-appropriate flour mix from the shopping channel just to get him to try.