At least they can both agree this is a bad idea. That's something.

Garrus hadn't had to resist the urge to laugh - he's dealt with enough borderline insane orders from higher-ups that he doesn't really question whether or not they're joking anymore. But he had told them exactly what he thought.

He told them he didn't trust Rico. He didn't trust Rico to do this thing right, he didn't trust Rico not to take things too far, and he didn't trust Rico not to try to get even if the opportunity presented itself.

It was noted, but the situation was urgent enough that they couldn't wait for anyone else. This was do or die, so Garrus was going to have to deal with it for the time being.

Rico won't have to wait long. Garrus might think putting the two of them together on this is a terrible idea, but if there are lives on the line, he wasn't going to drag his feet. He's just delayed long enough to grab a stun pistol from the armory. He's not expecting it to do more good than his newfound powers, but having some insurance never hurt - especially when you're not sure which way the threat's coming from.

"You ready?" Garrus asks, arriving with his sidearm on his hip.