It'd make sense, but no. Depending on how this conversation goes he might talk to someone else about it, but Garrus would much rather talk to someone about a problem directly before going elsewhere. It can be a little messier in the moment, but it usually ends up being less complicated in the long run.

So. Here he is.

His eyes stray from her, wandering up and down the coast line. It reminds him of home in a weird way. He'd grown up in the cities, but every once in a while his family would go to the shore for a vacation. Palaven's coasts are rockier - pock-marked with tidal pools and swirling jetties and eddies - but there's something about the atmosphere here that's just right.

"I might have to pay it a visit some time," He muses. It probably wouldn't happen anytime soon, not with everything he's trying to get done now that he has something resembling pull in the Hierarchy, but he's due a vacation sometime. Something that preferably doesn't involve getting shot at.

His eyes turn to her. "Again, I'm sorry for barging in. I just wanted to check in - see how you were holding up after ... well, after everything." Things hadn't exactly gone cleanly.