Garrus looks at him flatly and holds up a hand. Three fingers, all of them a lot thicker than a human's. Even if the bones in his hand could compress the way a human's could, his is broad enough that he's not slipping out that way.

"Can't just go intangible, huh?" He asks - a touch bitter because of course Dredd can't. That'd actually make their lives easy for a change.

"There's gotta be something I can use as a shim," He mutters under his breath, scanning the room, but no ... empty and bare.