[He's in his typical armor, blue and silver, over a blue tunic and unseen black leggings. Garrus wears the armor everywhere and feels odd without it on.]

Have a seat, pull up some sand. And... I don't know. Worked in his, its favor so far.

[The camp isn't hungry, they're hunting and gathering enough to maintain themselves, but the population of telusa (among other things) around the camp is dwindling. This one probably saved its own skin by remembering Garrus from mapping. Though it's not for good - there's a reason Garrus is fighting the temptation to name it or even acknowledge it as more than an it. They can't take these guys with them.]

This one's just smarter than most.