"Surprised or not, stay sharp." Garrus growls uneasily.

Back when he worked on the Normandy, he sort of fell into the position of Jane's guardian angel (and no, the somewhat irony is not lost on him) whenever she decided a good round of biotic fisticuffs was warranted. Which was far too often, but far be it from him to say so. Occasionally he'd teamed up with Thane, so working with another skilled sniper doesn't faze him in the slightest.

In fact, it gives him an incentive to try something new.

"York, do you need another set of hands down there? Something more mid-range? I'm sure North can handle things from up here without me."