"Hey, Garrus," York says with a broad grin, showing teeth. Back in her universe, the Freelancer armor had been pretty cutting-edge, but in comparison with the sleek designs of the weapons and armor here, it looks sort of outdated. "I'll admit, it doesn't pack as much of a punch as the old suit, but I can move a hell of a lot faster."

They're both right on time, and by the look on her face, York's pleased to see both of them. She couldn't do this alone. "North, this is Garrus. He's a native, and he knows a hell of a lot more about Omega than either of us. Plus, I know I can trust him to watch my back."

She gives Garrus a little wink, cheesy and playful as she always is. They might've had a bit of a close call during that adjutant attack, but hey, they'd both gotten out in one piece. She nods her head at North, just slightly. "This is my buddy North. We were in Project Freelancer together. Well -- different timelines, but, y'know. We're solid." The look York gives North is knowing, because she knows she can trust him at least as anybody else on this station, maybe more. "You're both good with a sniper rifle, so I'll take point and you two make sure my ass doesn't get killed. Now, there's only supposed to be ten or so of 'em, and they're just vorcha. Shouldn't be too hard to take 'em all out between the three of us."