North may not know Garrus well at all, but it doesn't mean that he isn't going to end up trusting the turian to watch his back while they're on this mission. There's no reason for him to feel like he's in the way, or intruding, because if he actually were? He wouldn't be here.

North is nodding, and once York is around the corner, there's no more time for talk. The shots start firing almost immediately, and he's sliding into cover as quickly as he can before he ends up taking a round to the shoulder, peeking around every so often to make sure he has a clear shot before he lets one go.

Limited ammunition, and all that.

One she's taken the first one down, all the other start chiming in with their hisses and growls at their fallen companion, and it's pretty much nothing but a free-for-all that seems to be going in their favor.

At least until the grenades start going off.