Garrus let out a short, surprisingly loud, but detectably warm laugh. "That is blunt, and I have to say I'm grateful for it. Even with as many humans as I'm around these days, I'm still not much of an expert in communicating."

He pushed back from the desk, leaving the work on Abel's blaster-- which he had been growing to think had mostly been a pretense-- undone, before circling around closer to her. "I don't know if you're going to be able to do much throwing, but you're not going to need to. You'll find me very, very enthusiastic about this little... experiment."

Reaching out his hand and extending the long, skilled fingers, he stood ready to help Abel to her feet.