Garrus stretches, watching her wrap her hands before shrugging.

"Don't grab the mandibles," he gestures to the flaps on either side of his face, "and we're good. Got some plating so punching might hurt you more than it hurts me, as a warning." His mandibles flare out in mild amusement. "What's tag?"

A training room with automated turrets would be interesting. Pity there isn't one here; it'd definitely keep him on his toes. Then again, he might have plenty of other challenges to keep him there.

"And is it safe to assume you're human?" It probably is. Still. Better to be safe and ask so he knows what he's not gonna hit there.