[Light fingers touch Garrus' arm and stay there as the stranger makes a low, thoughtful little thrum. The sound comes from about half a foot below Garrus' eye level.]

That looks like it's glowing. Did one of them bite you?

[There are fingers on his face now too, an armored claw curling under the curve of the taller man's bitten mandible, urging him to tilt his head.]

I've got some medi-gel on me, but if I were you, I'd get that looked at down in the infirmary.

[This guy was awful touchy for a Turian.]