Garrus can't help but chuckle, finally making his way over to where the commander is and reaching up to steady her a bit.

"Might be. I'm not sure why you took that thing anyway, it's kind of--" He glanced back at her desk, eyeing the thing almost warily. "--...terrifying in a way. Wasn't James the one that wanted it anyway?"

Gaze settling on Shepard again, Garrus slid his arm around her waist slightly--though the angle was odd--leaning his shoulder against the tank.

"You should hide it in his quarters. Make him squirm some."