To be perfectly honest, Garrus hadn't known what he expected to find when he tried track down Widowmaker after their mission together. He figured she was comfortable sticking things out on her own, but things hadn't exactly been clean. It had been rough on him, and, if he was reading the situation right, on her as well. It's entirely possible he was wrong - human expressions and physicality were still a little bit of a mystery to him - but she'd seemed ... different, than her usual self.

It didn't take him long enough to figure out where she spent most of her time. Apparently, she more or less lived out of the biome that used to belong to Sombra up until she vanished - something Garrus was sure didn't help with whatever she might be going through.

He hadn't really known what to expect walking through the threshold. He'd never met Sombra, but knowing Amélie he'd expected something gloomy. This ... this wasn't that. A cool breeze, a clear night sky, gentle but respectable surf ...

This was actually pretty nice.

Then he saw the thin finger of smoke curling up into the night air. Somehow, that was a little bit more in-line with his nebulous expectations. He saw her standing over the fire, and coming a little closer he saw what was burning. It looked like ... clothing?

His mandibles tapped against his jaw. Not the most encouraging sight.

"Well ... this is nice." He said after a moment of silence. "Sorry for letting myself in. I knocked, but ..."