No, it's-- it's not like that. More that one did it before, at home.

[Still fidgeting, though now he's idly stroking the soft fur of his cat's head. Sorry, Garrus, you'll basically always get to deal with this weirdness.]

That's... how I died, actually. Something forced its way across that bridge and got out, through me, and I've still got the mark left from it.

[The hole that he hadn't wanted to talk about, had usually tried to keep covered up.]

When I signed on, I asked them to contain it.