Garrus caught the sinister way the words could be taken, was put on-guard by it - call it a gut urge, call it a cop's intuition. Whatever it was, it was telling him to be careful. Then again he was second-guessing that almost immediately as his Saren-induced sense of paranoia possibly finally setting it. Who could know?

He lifted his own futuristic rifle in hand, comforted by its familiar weight in his hands. "That's something - where I come from, we have to carry everything. Gets to be a damn nuisance after a little while." He gave a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders, then glanced at his rifle and back to Hiruma. I have no idea what model his rifle is, pretend it's Viper, which is sorta like a semiautomatic sniper rifle. Bitchin'.

"Really? Seen anything like this?"